One Day...

Tweedledee has lost his twin...

This clock is running slow. Thirty-nine minutes, I presume. It chimes at every full hour. There were five beats just now but it is already thirty-nine past five. This clock definitely lives in the past. Way, way back...

One day

the people will say

that everything's okay.


I am happy as a clam. Oysters, clams and cockles...

And believe me... it's always 43%...

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall...

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

And call Alice, when she was just small...

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice, I think she'll know...

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head...

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