With a needle and thread and a heart full of dread the little mad hatter sat in his bed. Images of ingenuous flowing , prancing and spinning up in his rare mind dancing and sewing pacing by time. But nobody knew of how crazy he was or the maddest of thoughts that reigned from above. He was deadly yet clever a mind that had long since been severed. So when he made up his brilliant perfection he thought of the world wonder and it's various selection. So the mad man crazy and feared sank away from the sanity years. Secretly and quiet he snuck under doors crawling and sliding as he hid under floors. Till one day he found the one, a fabric of beauty perfection galore! It was a gift from God he thought as he tore, his hat took days and withering hands till he finally accomplished his perfect plan. So there his hat sat on his head of red curls shining and glowing with such brilliant twirls. He loved his art but to his dismay the people of the world turned there heads in array crying and running from that old brilliant hat. But he thought to himself, well skin was the only thing that lay flat!
