Wonder
Big, small, big, small, always changing
Can't size make up its mind already?
Small as a mouse, then big as a house
It's almost enough to drive you mad!
Like the hatter and the hare
'Cause the smiling cat tells me
That they're mad, like everyone here
Especially the queen dressed in red
For her the symbol of lasting love
Is the symbol of a bloody death
And don't forget the twins, dee and dum
Who fight each other over an old rattle
And tell you the story of two men
Who tricked children onto their dinner pates
Or the gryphon and the turtle
Who sing you a song of a truly beautiful soup
What about the knave of red, the thief
Who stole the queen's tarts that summer day
Or the cook who likes too much pepper
And the dutchess with the crying pig
The caterpiller general who just sits
And turns into a beautiful buterfly
The white rabbit, always late for something
Like the queen's croquet game
I still wonder if it was real
If all those people and creatures existed
Or were they just a strange dream?
Was it all imagined? I wonder...
Betcha can't guess what this is about! blaugh
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