Here in Wonderland once more,
Let me hint at whats in store,
We will talk to all our friends,
And tie up some of the loose ends.
If you wondering who is my Alice?
Go see Sarah in the palace.
I am The Hatter; mad for sure,
This rhyming thing is mine and pure.
So lets go back to before,
The Red Queen is no more.

My Alice here by my side,
On Gryphon’s wings we ride.
Going to the hills up high,
There is no better way to fly.
Looking down we see March Hare,
Bouncing around everywhere.
To and fro we watch him go,
Seeing what he has to show.
He stumbles across Mock Turtle,
Then he jumps him like a hurdle.
His toe did slip and hit his skull.
Leaving him; his senses dull.

As we reach the hilly top,
Looking down we saw the drop,
The curving ground,
We saw all around.
Cheshire cat there was waiting,
Mockingbirds his tail was baiting.
Showing his trademark grin,
He danced around Alice’s shin.
On twilight skies he did float,
His latest conquest he did gloat.
Taking candy from a goat,
Showing us his stomach bloat.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
Stand before us now, you see.
Still they **** upon their thumb,
Dee’s in the mouth of Tweedledum.
They offer us some milk and tea,
My Alice asked, “Is it free?”
“In wonderland all is a gift,”
I state, “Just like Gryphon and his lift,
For here you see all possessions shift.”
She says, “I just didn’t want to grift.”

At the bottom of the hill we see a spot of rust,
I turn to my Alice and tell her what I must.
“This is just a solemn grave,
The last house of the Knave.
Red Queen did this yes my dear.
Pay me no mind as I shed this tear,
For this little crime,
When it was his time,
I could not speak,
My tongue was in my cheek.
I know it was so bleak,
It cost him his life, right at the peak.”

So here my new friends,
This is where it ends.
This tale was spun,
And it was fun.
Let me know in your script,
If you want more tale flipped.
Give this Hatter characters you enjoyed,
And you will see them here employed.