Lyrics:

'Twas brilling, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Your majesty?
Kommen sie in.
Keeping your eyes gently closed,
close your eyes tightly.
()

it will rain, it will rain.

Kallallit Nunnata Radioa. Grønlands radio;
vi ønsker jer godnat. Tamassi sinilluaritsi.

and after having what she described as her
most thrilling experience,
she climbed down from the tree next day a
queen.

and as in uffish thought he stood,
long time the manxome foe he sought,
he left it dead and with its head,
he stood a while in thought.

and as in uffish thought he stood,
long time the manxome foe he sought,
he left it dead and with its head,
he stood a while in thought.