Just Ask For Alice

I must, slide down, this hole, I'm hoping to find, a white rabbit, hopefully not, the big bad wolf, who always has, a bad habit, of eating others, especially those who, are dressed in red, while he's pretending to be, a helpless grandmother, lying sick, in her bed. If I never return, you'll find me, in a book store, inside wandering eternally, in a book called, In Wonderland. Just ask, the book salesman, for Alice, he'll curiously, lend, his furry, white hand!