Down the rabbit hole Alice goes,

            Down,

                        Down,

                                    Down.

                                    She drinks,

                                                and shrinks.

                                    She eats,

                                                AND GROWS.

                             Then she cries,

                        and cries,

            and cries.

Her tears are so big, she floods the hall.

                                    She drinks, and shrinks

                                                and flows down the current

                                                                                    tears and all.

A caterpillar sits upon a mushroom.

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           above, and says,

                                    “Take some mushroom from the right and shrink,”

“Take some mushroom from the left and grow.”

She eats, grows, shrinks and becomes her own size.

She stumbles upon a tea party,

     There, the Mad Hatter,

            The March Hare,

               And the Door Mouse.

                      Ask her troublesome riddles, that she can’t figure out.

She leaves in a hurry,

                                     a flurry,

                                                            a scurry.

                                                And enters a garden

where living cards paint.

Roses once white

now drip red.

For if the queen saw their true color,

she’d scream,

“Off with their heads!”

The Queen appears,                             

with her miserable court,                                        

      and orders Alice to a game of croquet.                     

    But the mallets are flamingos,

                 And the balls are hedgehogs.

                                              So dear little Alice, doesn't want to play.

The Queen of Hearts,

now enraged,

ordered Alice to be dead.

So the last words Alice heard was,

“Off with her head!”