Rabbit Hole (Or, We’re All Mad Here)
When Alice was a little girl,
She would run to the backyard elm,
And hiding in its shadow,
She would day dream til the dinner bell.
There was a little hole at the
Base of that old umbrella tree,
Where she saw white rabbits sprinting
In and out, mad men running free.
The Great Big Dark inside her home
Scared her more than that large earth tomb
And so one day, chasing an old
White hare spouting poems to the moon
She fell inside the cavern place.
Potions, pound cake, caterpillars,
Smiling cats and torrential twins,
What’s next? Human head-sized billiards?
The Queen she screams majestic tones,
The message soaked with nervous gloom.
Alice turns away a bit stunned
Before the painted flowers bloom.
Not able to take screaming noise
She runs to emergency glass,
And pulling the lever marked STOP
The dream continues on to last.
Alice takes this too personal,
And with an ax she attacks that
Nervous hare, and that dormouse and
That mad man with the old top hat.
And drenched in blood, she returns home
And brings light to that Big Dark zone.
With nothing left, and breathing tight,
She releases a heavy moan.
Alice never liked that rabbit anyhow.