• Miss Alice?
    Dear Alice!
    She's really not right,
    Babbles about rabbits,
    All day and night.
    She's such a sweet child;
    With an inquisitive mind.
    That it's a shock to learn,
    Just why she's inside.

    Miss Alice,you see
    -Oh you mustn't repeat-
    With pill-box in hand
    Was found on the street.
    She didn't know us,
    We didn't know her.
    We had been given advice,
    To treat her with care,
    And not to mention the words'
    Hatter or Hare.