the real mad hatter
many readers think they are in the know
hearing about the mad hatter of eons ago
but I know the real mad hatter, I am a neighbor to him
His hair is red and scraggly, his name is Jim
We call him uncle, but he is related to no one
He has no sense of humor, but thinks he is fun
Crazy as the looniest Australian shepherd you’ll ever meet
we stay away from him; he dances to an insane inner beat
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