Alice falls headlong down a rabbit hole 

Where she dreams of cards and queens 

Rabbits are running late for lunch 

And nothing is as it seems. 

Alice deceives herself that reality 

Is what she now sees and hears 

Despite the Caterpillar’s wisdom 

That she may not be as she appears. 

Alice ponders the Mock Turtle’s moping 

And the confusion of Twiddle-dee.

And she tries to make sense of the nonsense 

That inhabits the world she sees. 

Alice shrinks from a drink that says, “drink me.”

Hears the Queen yell, “off with their heads.”

And watches as this world’s crazy characters 

Fill each inhabitant with dread. 

Alice agrees, as the Cheshire Cat says, wisely, 

That clearly, “we’re all mad here,” 

And wonders if the scares aren’t too scary? 

Perhaps she creates her own fears? 

Alice gently awakens from slumber 

Seeing nothing was what it had seemed 

Her foolish imaginings fooled her 

Then she laughs, for it’s all been a dream.