Alice was in the trees last night, you must have heard her singing

Somebody keeps saying that they'll shoot her when they see her

But those people wouldn't know a bird from the crown princess.

Alice takes down the cuckoo clocks and helps you fix the turnips

She's in town a moment and as young as she can spin it she will weave

Her delightful lies. She's never once been of age till tonight at the dawn

In Antarctica somewhere that told her her time was up for now.

Alice has nine lives, you saw her landing on her feet one time.

She and you have a historian's thirst for evidence. But she belives in magic.

Somebody keeps saying that they'd die rather than be her

But she's not lost her reason, she's a singing-in-the-trees while

Doing-what-you-ask intelligent girl, precocious and with blue in her.

She's from an age before matters of the mind, wonder of wonders!

Alice left last night. They found her car in the river with nobody in it.

Everyone else is suspicious of her reason but she told me she'd be

Going North, which from Antarctica means nothing much in particular.

I think her idea of the far North may be the Equator.

Alice never was one for Geography. Or anything we know of.