Run Rabbit, Run,
Alice is after you,
Alice, The Madman, or
The local federals-
Given the chance,
All would take a leg for luck,
The hand of fate,
Has passed you up,
And here you stand,
Hips in tuck,
Saved in passing,
granted luck-
it turns out that I’m the Rabbit
and you the Madman in the tall hat.
You've poisoned the tea and spiked the punch with ACID!
Oh Absalom! Absalom!
Grant me safety in your smoky blue carousel,
My legs have gone gimp,
I've been running for days-
The beast called Alice,
Is drawing near,
Her thundering steps,
Are all I hear,
This short-bread cake,
Will quell my fear,
Though the smiling cat,
Will forever peer-
His eyes are gleaming,
Bright and blue,
Iris sharp,
Focused on you,
No blinking, no moving,
That cheeky grin,
His frozen face,
Softened by the gin-
Brass buttons clasp,
The muddied breeches to my belly,
An everlasting coat,
That drags in the dust-
The smiling cat stoops his head,
“To get beneath the branch”, he said,
But really what I think he wants,
Is to get a better look at my watch-
If Alice were to find me,
The game would be up,
The treasure I've found,
The sword, the watch, the cup,
Lost to the ether,
They would be found,
By the big headed queen,
In her rouge hearted crown-
“Save me! Save me Queen!” I pleaded with the *****-
No longer needing,
My help or my time,
She had found the gold, found the sword,
And taken the crown-
My uses were up,
I was kicked to the side-
“Oh Absalom! Absalom!”
Will you help me now?
Have I shown you my worth as a runner?
All I need is a bite,
Of your spotted toad-stool,
A puff of your pipe,
And I’ll be on my way-
No help from the slug, I return to the tea-party-
To sit and drink and make merry with the wood-folk-
The Hatter has tricked me into his game,
It has rendered me blind,
His sweet tasting tea,
Is playing with my mind,
He says to relax,
Take it easy,
Close my eyes,
He’ll see me again,
Once that Red Queen has died-
I like it right here,
In my world of light and colour,
I can’t hear anymore,
Or at least I can’t hear the fuss-
Though I know when I wake,
That Alice will be gone-
When morning comes round I must be prepared to run-