A Real Mad Hatter
I'm a real Mad Hatter, Won't you be my Alice?Partners in eccentrics,
Fall down the rabbit hole,
Prepare for me to take you,
To this wonderful Wonderland role.
Come to tea,
Sit next to me,
I"M THE MAD HATTER,
With a chuckle at the grim,
Frozen in time I'll grin,
Eat the side of the mushroom,
That makes you real little,
Poor yourself a cup,
And listen to my riddle.
How is a raven like a writing desk?
What's that,
You don't know?
Well neither do I!
I was hoping you'd tell me,
But ah well, such is life.
With a flip of my hat,
And a snap of the brim,
I'll show a land of wonders,
A land of silly blunders.
They say to survive it,
You'd have to be as mad as a Hatter,
Which fortunately, I AM!
Twinkle Twinkle, Little Bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Maybe there's crumbs in the butter,
Spread jam on the dormouse's nose!
Come to my teashop!
I'm the one who knows!
I"M THE MAD HATTER!
HAHAHAHA!
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