How fun it would be To fall down a hole into a far away place, Full of creatures unknown, Stories untold, A universe away from the human race.
How fun it would be To be able to think all day. Mad as a hatter, Crooked as a caterpillar, With no one to feed your head except The whispering winds around you.
Oh Alice, dear Alice, How I do envy you. Up here, surrounded by malice Violence, and ever-vacuous people.
Every day we feed our heads with The words of crooked politicians And mindless, uncivil movements.
Oh Alice, dear Alice, This world's time is ticking closer To the end.