Wonderland Part Three
alice! alice! she runs so far,
looking back, she went through the smallest door,
chasing after, shes on the white rabbits tail,
only to find shes wandered down the wrong trail,
singing flowers oh so kind,
till they realize shes not of their kind,
pretty little alice, told shes a weed,
not even the kind you smoke, where pretty things you see...
and again she runs, oh alice isnt Wonderland full of such fun?
Stumbeling, tumbeling, upon a mushroom feild,
where upon shrooms the catapillar recites there,
puffing on a houka, to tell of things she doesnt know,
till hes yelling! and yelling! then a butterfly, oh look at him go!
three inches tall, he says you shouldnt be, three inches isnt good enough for she...
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