Follow me through the trees unto a forest of crones, we'll sit and wait, deliberate, about the world's unknowns.

And down through the rabbit hole will the two of we fall, until we come upon a perfect little hall.

The we two be of this I see a perfect matching pair, a girl set in her little green dress and her tiny pet hare.

Through the land of under we, do we solidly trot to find the crimes and treasured times of a land forgot.

The you and I, we do decline, a courting with the queen, though she insists we make a break and do not cause a scene.

The walrus and the carpenter do bring us many clams, but we partake and only break, the bread with many hams.

Our venture sought is cut short by a cat of multicolor, this we do outwit, the little twit, and make him seem all the duller.

Once and twice through the looking glass do the two of us stay, though the rain my pound overhead, we live to venture another day.