It was another dream from Wonderland.
Started mugs and satisfied spoons,
All rebelling for a taste of freedom.
We want to be, they yell.
And we want to see, they yell.
Diving into this morning’s dark roast
The sweetest sugar’s so sour!
Cinnastick battleships enrage;
What a lovely navy you’ve built, I say.
I see we’ve taught you well, I say.