"The Wells of Fancy overflow, as I'm dragged to the depths of their
Past waterlogged watches and teapot shards, through painted roses and playing cards.
Visions of nonsense blur before my green eyes;
A Tea tray in the velvet skies.
Impossible thing after impossible thing, what world is this where flowers can sing?
Where mice live in teapots, and rabbits mustn't be late,
Where drinking means shrinking,
Go easy on the cake.
Royalty rules, both the kind and the cruel.
While the Vorpal and Jabberwocky ensue with their duel.
Two armies are risen pitted White against Red;
To the Frabjous Day dead,
It's 'Off with your head.'
Falling, falling, falling...
To where the insects are addicts, and the Bandersnatch roams,
Where jam is inconstant and the March Hare makes his home.
Where the places are changing, and no porpoise is without its fish,
No more wondrously mad a land could any Hatter wish.
Here now I am.
On the well's very floor, before me is placed;