A young girl
In mind and soul
She fell down the rabbit hole
"Oh, poor Alice,"
Cheshire Cat
"For in here we're all mad."
The white rabbit,
Always late,
The Madhatter and his friends
Host a feast and mad remain.
The caterpillar, so wise
Although he in rhymes replies,
Always smoking on his pipe,
But his wisdom's kind of ripe.
"Oh, poor Alice,"
Cheshire Cat
"For in here we're all mad."
"I'm not mad!"
"You must be, Dear,
Or you wouldn't have come here."
The Red Queen
"Off with their heads!"
To her army of cards as they
Blood-red white roses paint.
"Oh, poor Alice,"
Cheshire Cat
"For in here we're all mad."
She said:
"Would you, please, tell me
Which way do I go from here?"
"That depends on a good deal
Where you want to get to, Dear."
"I don't really care," said Alice.
"Then it really doesn't matter."
Eat a mushroom
And grow tall,
Drink a potion to get small,
Cry until your salty tears
Form a sea you have to steer.
"Oh, poor Alice,"
Cheshire Cat
"For in here we're all mad."
