Not Alices White Rabbit
this could not be Alice’s white rabbit surely
He was decorated from long ears to hoppity knee
wearing a brocade vest and a fancy waistcoat too
He is perfect, said my cousin, a child named Sue
This rabbit had a little night bell he held in his paw
He had a magic scroll, and an ink pen to draw
His pocket watch was ornate, his hearts were grand.
It was as if he had come out of a magical land.
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