Who is she?
Who are we?
The Cheshire cat is still smiling at me. I am who I am, but who will I be? Alice is lost and so are we. Will someone please set us free? I thought I was mad, but the Hatter is madder than we.
Just a simple old cat, thankful I'm not the queens bat. The hearts tarts have been snatched, surely someone's head will be hatched.
The White Rabbits still tardy, he is sure to miss the unbirthday party.
The Tweedles are fighting, listening to them is a mad kind of exciting.
The flowers are crying, their sweet petals slowly dying. Could the March Hare be the only one who could help them prepare?
A Wonderland this surely is!
But do we know yet, who she really is?