Surrealistic Pillow
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know.
~ White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane, Surrealistic Pillow, 1967
I cannot go ask Alice,
for she has fallen down
the white rabbit's rabbit hole.
Deep within sleep's palace
in dream she gives a silver crown
and never pays attention
to the shadow troll.
The shadow holds a golden chalice
filled with wondrous bits from town,
but the bits will surely take a toll.
The bits are made of malice
just like the troll layed down,
and tall or small the white rabbit
takes it all.
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