The Beatles In Wonderland

The Garden

The White Rabbit runs through large blades of grass with the Beatles still running after him. "Wait! Please! Just a minute!" Hollered Paul. "Oh, dear. We'll never catch him while we're this small." Said John. A few butterflies fly overhead. "Why curious butterflies!" Said Ringo. "You mean bread and butterflies." Said a woman's voice. "Oh, yes, of course, we... hmm? Now who do you suppose..." Asked George. The other Beatles just shrug.

The sound of a horse whinney occurs as the thing that made the noise flies towards the Beatles. "A horse fly!" John said. "A rocking horse fly, John." Paul said. "Naturally!" The same female voice said. "I beg your pardon, but uhh... did you... oh, that's nonsense. Flowers can't talk." George said. The one that spoke was a rose. "But of course we can talk, good men." She said. "If there's anyone worth talking to." Said an iris. "Or about!" Said a daisy. She laughs afterwards.

"And we sing too!" Said a group of pansies. "You do?" Ringo asked. "Oh, yes. Would you like to hear Tell It To The Tulips?" A tulip asked. "No, let's sing about us!" Said a duo of larkspurs. "We know one about the shy little violets." Said a violet. "Oh no, not that old thing!" Said a lily. "Let's do Lovely Lily At The Valley!" Said another lily. "How about the daisies in the..." Said a duo of daisies. "Oh, they wouldn't like that!" Said a lilac. All the flowers talk at the same time as they argue about what song they should sing.

The rose taps her baton as she gets everyone to quiet down. "We shall sing Golden Afternoon. That's about all of us! Sound your A, Lily!" Said the rose.

The Beatles sit down as the flowers sing their song.

Flowers: Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips
And the sun is like a toy balloon
There are get up in the morning glories
In the golden afternoon

There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside
Strings of violets are all in tune
Tiger lilies love the dandy lions
In the golden afternoon

There are dog and caterpillars and the copper centipede
Where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life
They lead...

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers
For especially in the month of June
There's a wealth of happiness and romance
All in the golden afternoon

All in the golden afternoon
The golden afternoon...

Paul: You can learn a lot of things from the flowers

John: For especially in the month of June

George: There's a wealth of happiness and romance

Ringo: All...

Flowers: The golden afternoon!

The Beatles applaud after the song finished. "Oh, that was lovely!" Said Paul. "Thank you, good sir." The rose said. "What kind of garden do you four come from?" The daisy asked. "Well, we don't come from any garden." Said George. "Do you suppose they're wildflowers?" Asked the daisy. "Oh no, we're not wildflowers." Said Ringo. "Just what species, or shall we say, genus, are you, men?" Asked the rose. "I suppose you can call us... genus... humanus... John, Paul, George, and Ringo!" Said John.

"Ever see a John, Paul, George, and Ringo with blossoms like that?" The daisy asked. "Come to think of it, did you ever see a John, Paul, George, and Ringo?" The iris asked. "Yes, and did you notice their petals? What peculiar colors!" Said the daisy. The iris smells the lads. "And no fragrance." She said. "Just look at those stems!" The daisy said with a laugh. "Rather scrawny, I'd say." Said the iris. "I think they're handsome." Said a rose bud. "Quiet, Bud." The rose said.

"But we're not flowers!" George said. "A-ha! Just as I suspected! They're nothing but a common mobile vulgaris!" The iris said. "Oh no!" All the flowers cried. "A common what?" Ringo asked. "To put it bluntly, a weed!" Said the iris. "We're not weeds!" Paul said angrily. "Well, you wouldn't expect them to admit it." The tulip said. "Can you imagine?" The lilac asked. "Well, goodness!" The daisy said. "Don't let them stay here and go to seed!" The second lily said. "Go on now!" Another flower said as she pushed the lads. "Please, girls!" Said the rose. "We don't want weeds in our bed!" The pansies said.

"Move along, move along!" The other flowers said as they continuously shoved the lads. John, who immediately had enough of their bossiness, steps up. "Oh, all right, if that's the way you feel about it. If we were our right size, we could pick every one of you if we wanted to! And I'd guess that'd teach you!" He yelled. Two daffodils pour water on the rhythm guitarist as the current pushes him.

The other Beatles run over to their friend. "John, are you okay?" Asked Ringo. "You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. Hmph!" John scoffed. "Seems to me they could learn a few things about manners!" Said Paul as he crossed his arms. "You can say that again, Paul!" Said George.