Good day, Mr. Hatter
Why oh dear, what’s the matter?
What could be so bad,
as to make you sad,
on a day so bright and new?
Good day, Mr. Hatter,
perhaps if I sit with you I can,
make you laugh, and make you smile,
and sometime in that while,
draw you out of your dark and dreary mood.
Good day Mr. Hatter, yes I’d love a cup of tea!
Though I cannot quite understand,
why that involves your hand upon my knee,
or why you’re so insistent,
on holding hands with me.
But you’re right,
it is rather nice,
and is that a smile I see?
Good day, Mr. Hatter, what is that you say?
A kiss upon my cheek?
I suppose it could cause no harm,
no need for any alarm.
You missed my cheek and kissed my lips!
And I must say, how dare you sir!
You awful cad,
you rogue, you rake,
you unmitigated cur!
Good bye Mr. Hatter, for now I take my leave,
and no talk of shining smiles,
shall weaken my resolve.
And no mentions of missing me,
will cause my tears to fall
Perhaps I could just sit a while,
And have another cup of tea or two.
At least until again I may see you smile,
and we shall see,
if it might just be possible,
for an Alice girl like me,
to love a Hatter as mad as you