Mad the Hatter
Alice lost in spiral hole,
Going towards a shining role.
Where all the dice of life,
Come rolling up so close the knife.
Heaven lost upon a mad lust,
Yes, she’s been at the angel dust…
The rabbits dance without a song,
For in this play, they all belong.
But our girl Alice, who is she ?
Has eyes so wild and spirit free.
To take the blast into her past,
Where hope had left and love not last.
A Jester, Clown, Kings and Queen,
She laughs in joys Kaleidoscope dream.
Before the party, based on tea,
A Princess grand she’d hoped to be.
But enter the hatter, mad as I,