They say the owl was a baker's daughter,
To sleep, perchance to dream.
You can't help that; we're all mad here
The moral, 'twas be what you seem.

Perhaps Ophelia had it right,
Or the baker's daughter was a bird.
But grinning cat knew more than Alice;
His message in a single word.

I think, therefore I'm mad,
And I'm mad, therefore I think.
Now that I've told the world of this...
World, please don't tell my shrink.