Back to the dear old rabbit-hole
Went Alice the next day:
"This time," she said, as she fell down,
"I'll have a longer stay!"
She marched to the glass table,
Making sure to take the key
Before sipping from the bottle
That was clearly marked DRINK ME;
She shrank, unlocked the door, went out
Into that wondrous land,
With her father's best straight-razor
In her dainty little hand!
The White Rabbit came running by--
"I'm late! I'm--glurk!" he said;
"You surely are!" laughed Alice,
Hacking off his funny head.
Into the dim-lit tulgey wood
Went Alice with a grin
That made the Cheshire Cat disappear;
We'll not see him again!
She met the Tweedles, Dee and Dum,
And slit them up a treat;
Her vorpal blade went snicker-snack
And the March Hare was dead meat!
"No room!" Mad Hatter chortled
As she strolled up to the table;
Alice cut his burbling throat
As fast as she was able!
She filled a tea-pot with his blood
And carried it away--
Goodness! what a busy girl
Dear Alice was, that day!
She made good use of all that gore,
Painting the roses red
In front of the Queen, who foolishly yelled
"GUARDS! OFF WITH HER----"