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Amadeus Hatter and Friends

.1.

Not far from where the castle Heartful stands,

There lies a little house among the wood

And though the castles known throughout the lands,

Not many knew the little house that stood.

Yet in the little house, there one demands

Hed liked a cup of tea with his black pudd.

Hes never one to miss out on a game

And Amadeus Hatter was his name.

.2.

This Amadeus was a cheerful lad

And very mischievous, was plain to see.

Yes, odd and strange, perhaps a little mad

And always said, What be will be will be!

A little man but in his finery clad

The hatter mad, a friendly man to me.

Oh Mr. Hatter. How are you this day?

Would be, would be, a little mad. Hed say.

.3.

And evry day he had his cup of tea,

Yes one or two or three and always more.

A cup for this or that, tis plain to see

That Amadeus loved to sip and pour.

And never without tea for that would be

A travesty that could not be ignored.

And with his tea, hed like a little chat

Whilst singing twinkle, twinkle little bat!

.4.

Now while he sang of twinkle little bat,

He wondered, wondered where this bat could be

And wondered more where twinkle bat was at,

Whilst swirling little tea leaves in his tea.

And often he would ask the Cheshire Cat

Whenever he did chance that cat to see.

So twinkle little bat a little more

Up in the starry skies which we adore.

.5.

Now Amadeus had a plan one day,

To have the grandest party ever seen

With lots of tea of course, what can I say;

The biggest tea cup there has ever been.

With lots of cakes and tarts and if I may,

Perhaps a little pot of tea thats green.

For green tea is quite diffrent dont you know

And green is all the rage and all the go!

.6.

Throughout the morn, the Hatter pondered so

Pondered, planned and smiled; and he pondered more

And carefly writes his list of who will go

And with a pirouette slides cross the floor.

I must be off, I must be off, you know

And then hes off and scampers through the door.

No time to lose as in the air he flicks

His cherished hat that cost him 10 and 6.

.7.

Now coming long the pathway all a-puff

Was Hamish, and thats not a common name

For rabbits here, or any other stuff

Its Hamish, the white rabbit all the same.

Hes always running late, this ball of fluff

And since he has a watch, no-ones to blame.

Im late, Im late, along the path he tore,

Im late, Im late, not really sure what for.

.8.

Im always late and even when Im not,

I never know where Im supposed to be.

You see, this pocket watch here that Ive got

Is always telling me its time for tea.

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop to trot,

Im late again! he cries and runs past me.

I see a sign, I see a sign so grand

And on it Welcome to the Wonderland.

.9.

Oh Wonderland, Oh Wonderland so strange,

With evrything fantasmos, here and there

And there and here for all to rearrange,

To look and glare, or frown and smile or stare.

All types of people, yes, theres quite a range

But then again, why should we really care?

For people come and go and some will stay

And meet and greet and play all through the day.

.10.

But Wonderland can be a scary place,

When visiting the castle here instead

A nasty queen, and if shes lost a race

Will scream aloud, My guards! Off with their head!

And guards run here and there with such a pace

For fear of losing theirs and wind up dead.

Each night she dines on rasbry soup and tarts

With strawbry creams; this wicked Queen of Hearts.

.11.

But Amadeus didnt really care,

The Queen of Hearts had tried this once before.

He stole a tart, or two, just for a dare

And he was almost caught when through the door

The Queen came marching in, but unaware,

Until he slipped and sprawled across the floor.

How dare you steal my tarts! her Queendom said,

The Hatter! Seize him now! Off with his head!

.12.

He dropped the tarts and slipped and tripped some more,

Then grabbed his cherished hat and up he sprang,

And made a sprightly exit through the door

As guards came running with a cling and clang,

But Amadeus was too quick and saw

That he was safe and so he skipped and sang.

Oh wicked Queen, I am too fast for you.

Youll never catch me now, to-wit, to-woo!

.13.

The Queen, she was not happy with his prank,

But Amadeus didnt really care

And wandered home to where he sat and drank

A cup of tea, one more and wondered where

That twinkle bat must be, and then to thank

His lucky stars that he escaped from there.

Twas quite a silly thing to steal the tarts,

But sure was fun to stir the Queen of Hearts.

.14.

Enchanted is the forest where he stays

And evrybody knew the Hatters house.

They also know the games he often plays

Are wild and crazy; some would say theyre grouse,

And evrybody comes and stays for days,

Although sometimes he can be very crouse.

But no-one really minds the way he acts,

Hes always having fun and thems the facts!

.15.

Both Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are friends,

Theyre full of fun (and chubby by the way),

And he has never yet forgot and sends

A merry invitation on the day.

For no-one really cares what time it ends

Or when it starts; So what else can I say?

You turn up when you like to have some fun;

No matter when the party has begun.

.16.

But all the parties he had had before

Are nothing like the one he has in mind.

More tea, more cakes and fun and much much more,

With lots of fun and games of any kind.

Now as he sits and thinks, hell sip and pour

His cup of tea with wondrous thoughts combined.

A plan, a plan, he thinks of what to do

Perhaps, perhaps a bowl of choclate stew!

.17.

Ah, choclate stew, now thats a yummy thing,

All sorts of choclate, all mixed into one

Conglomeration and its sure to bring

A smile to you that cannot be undone.

And choclate stew will always make you sing

And laugh and dance and jig and sometimes run.

No matter what, whatever else you do;

You cannot have enough of choclate stew.

.18.

Now Amadeus found it wasnt fun

To sit alone and ponder all day long,

So up he gets and starts a merry run

And skipped and danced and sang a happy song.

And blue-birds sang and praised the noon-day sun

And twittered in the trees where they belong.

With happy thoughts he ran along his way,

To visit friends he may not then he may.

.19.

His favrite song, the song he liked to sing

Was one about his Aunties wooden leg

A very catchy song and lively ring

About a leg whose name What was it? Meg?

Or was it Fred or Ted? Now thats the thing

Oh whats its name? Perhaps its even Peg!

It doesnt matter really, who would care?

One wooden leg is better than a pair!

.20.

Now on his way he chanced upon a house,

His little furry friend who always sleeps,

His name was Dormie and he was a mouse,

A dormouse really who occasionally peeps

Through bleary eyes to see what is to douse

With treacle and the other stuff he keeps.

He knocks and knocks and knocks and knocks some more

And waits for Dormie-dear to get the door.

.21.

But Dormie didnt hear him at the door,

Though Amadeus made an awful din

And so he knocked and knocked and knocked some more,

Then failing that, he kicked poor Dormies bin.

A clash and clang and then the Hatter saw

That Dormies up At last he had a win!

Now Dormie shook and trembled like a mouse

To see who had come calling at his house.

.22.

The Hatter smiled and with a cheeky grin,

I didnt realize you were home asleep!

Oh by the way, Im sorry for the bin,

But whats the point to sneak around and creep

When one can make a racket with a tin

I need to do that when you sleep so deep.

But Dormie didnt mind the noise he made

And all the noise about began to fade.

.23.

The Hatter bounded in and looked about

And all along the little shelves there sat

Precisely measured jars of treacle stout,

A favrite of their friend, the Cheshire Cat;

And with a cheesy grin, hed purr and pout

While singing twinkle, twinkle little bat.

Among the three, this was a favrite song

And they would sit and sing it all day long.

.24.

The pair of them sat down to have a drink

And Amadeus told him of his plan.

Theyd have a sip of treacle and a think

And stare up at the ceiling and the fan.

It whirled around, they gave a little wink

And wondered why I wonder if they can?

They sat and giggle quietly; what a sight!

And spoke of silly things all through the night.

.25.

The morning came, they looked through bleary eyes

And saw the treacle jars around the floor

Up sprang the Hatter, feeling very wise

And grabbed his friend and scurried out the door.

He checked his watch, exclaimed, Oh how time flies!

And slammed the little door and off they tore.

The plan was hatched, now onward to prepare

A party, yes! And one beyond compare.

.26.

So off they went, both running here and there

To find their other friend who lived quite near,

None other than the grumpy old March Hare

Whose huge ears heard them coming, very clear.

And Marchie was his name and for that pair

He was a friendly friend and one so dear.

A singing and a dancing, here they are

And quickly, for his house was not too far.

.27.

Now Marchie, although grumpy, was much fun

And like to go to parties evry day.

So when he found out what this pair had done

He asked them both and in his grumpy way,

Why they had given nothing and gave none

To him to trickle treacle if he may.

But never mind, he didnt really care,

For parties can be here and anywhere!

.28.

The three sat down to plan this grand affair

And round the little table, there they sat

And each could sense excitement in the air

And thought of where the party could be at.

The Hatter had a look and then a stare

Then blinked and winked and nudged the other pair.

A bright idea! And yes! Hes had a few

He then suggested what they had to do.

.29.

We need a table longer then before;

There wasnt any room for evryone.

With lots of cups of tea and all the more,

For cups are used but once and then theyre done.

So in his vision, many chairs he saw

With cakes and tarts and lots of choclate bun.

And with this, all three jumped about and cheered

And off they ran and quickly disappeared.

.30.

They found a clearing on the forest floor

And set the table, perfect, to a tee!

With all the luscious goodies to adore,

A perfect table just right for these three.

With lots of room and plenty tea to pour,

To sit and drink as surely you will see.

With all complete, they shook each others hand,

Then sat on chairs; for theres no need to stand!

.31.

To start the party off they made a toast

Hip, hip, hooray, they cheered and clanged their cup.

Of curse the Hatter felt it time to boast

Of his success and how well they would sup

On all the treats before them and the host

Of treacle, tea and cakes that theyd set up.

A merry little group, was plain to see;

The Hatter, Dormie, Marchie one, two three!

.32.

Clean cups!, the Hatter cried and up they sprang

And ran about the table here and there.

And as they ran, a merry song they sang

Clean cups, clean cups, clean cup I wonder where!

Then suddenly sat down with quite a bang

Of cups and saucers, food and fur and hair.

They rocked and laughed, for all was but a joke,

Then standing proud as punch, the Hatter spoke.

.33.

My friends I thank you. Thank you from my heart,

For coming to my party from afar,

To feast all day on luscious strawbry tart

And cups of tea and treacle thick as tar.

With that complete, they cheered with such a start

And pranced around like they were King and Tsar!

Yet even if it was just but a dream

To be a king Theres always custard cream!

.34.

Now while they all sat at the table there,

A little girl did chance upon the three

There little Alice was, pulled up a chair

And in a manner they could plainly see.

What could poor Alice do? They look and stare

And wondered who this visitor could be.

Im Alice, she spoke quietly and polite,

I wonder if you three could spare a bite?

.35.

The Hatter and the crew were all amazed

At this intrusion from this Alice fair,

Somewhat amused were they and somewhat dazed;

The looks they gave were looks beyond compare.

But Amadeus wasnt really fazed

And with a flourish fair, released his stare.

My dear, how very rude for you to sit

Poor Dormie here, he almost had a fit!

.36.

Poor Dormie blinked and spluttered here and there

And waved his hands about Oh what a sight!

The promptly went to sleep without a care

And snored away his temporary fright.

Now Alice simply sat there unaware

That Dormie treated day just like the night.

He slept and dozed and snored all through the day,

But woke at times to speak whateer he may.

.37.

When Dormie was awake, at certain times,

Hed tell them stories that he liked to make

About his treacle which hed tell in rhymes

And all adventures many people take.

The one about the little group who climbs

The treacle well to make a treacle cake

Was always pleasing to the captive pair

Who loved to listen to it anywhere.

.38.

Now after stories, they would all drink tea

And wonder what it is that they may do,

The Hatter would sit silently, then he

Would suddenly jump up and claim that who

Was next in turn should hurry, dont you see,

For stories must be told without ado.

And he decided now was time to tell

A little story evryone knew well.

.39.

He spoke of Father Time and how he went

When they last met at supper time one day

And from this meeting he was sorely sent

For presupposing theories (as they say).

How time has flown and how it is bent

By gravity and speed of light to sway.

His theories where quite mad, this I am told

And putting them to Time, he was quite bold!

.40.

Now Time did note quite like the theories posed

And made his disappointment very clear

And as result, the Hatter found time froze,

His watch would always show its tea time here.

With this, he thought his life was full of woes,

But then again, he neednt really fear.

For tea time in this Wonderland was great,

So he could not be sad at any rate.

.41.

Now one might think that this was quite unfair:

All doomed to tea time dinners evry day

Decidedly, but mostly unaware,

Procrastination reigns in evry way.

And so they party on without a care

To drink and laugh and sleep and sometimes play.

For in us all, philosophers may be,

But nothing will come to a cup of tea!

.42.

While thinking this and that and more of this,

About whatever cares to come our way,

Our memories curtail a certain bliss

Which may at times be good perhaps when they

Fall into place, but then could also miss

Their mark, or anyway thats what they say.

But who could care for more if more is less?

Or less for more, yet more can make a mess.

.43.

So here they are all contemplating fact,

That little Alice at the table sat,

So how can these three here now form a pact

To find, determine what shes really at?

Now should they be polite? Pretend to act?

Or sit there singing twinkle little bat.

Yet as it goes, polite to her theyll be

Well sort of. They will try. So let us see.

.44.

Now Marchie was the first to try his hand,

To greet fair Alice in a nicer way,

But manners are not always in command,

He didnt really quite knows what to say.

Would you prefer some wine?, he said quite bland

And had a little chuckle (as one may).

A little joke, would one have wine with tea?

I would think not, as Alice soon would see.

.45.

There is no wine! said Alice, not so shy.

Well youre too young, he said and with a smile

He looked at her and then he wondered why

She didnt find it funny. For a while

They stared at each and that was by-the-bye

For staring wasnt really in her style.

There wasnt any wine needless to say

(And young ones shouldnt drink it by the way).

.46.

Now little Alice knew not what to do

What was she to make of this latest word?

A nasty trick, but it was clever too,

But never from a march hare had she heard

And how he managed this; she had no clue,

But once she had a pet, a talking bird.

Though she was quite amazed with whats at hand,

No-one should be surprised in Wonderland.

.47.

With this fair Alice wondered to herself,

How very strange, exceedingly absurd,

With all these cakes, all stacked here, shelf on shelf

Such wonders ever seen or ever heard.

Why if I stay, Im sure to see an elf!

An elf? An elf? How oddly this occurred.

She sat and wondered, silly things she thought

And tried to be more sensible (she aught).

.48.

With all this done, it all began to start.

They stuffed poor Dormie snug inside a pot.

Not yet a chance to taste a strawbry tart

And happy with it? Definitely not!

And Alice now decided to depart

And not participate in childish rot.

So off she went, they didnt seem to care

And two on one? That wasnt really fair.

.49.

Forever and a day it seemed to go

A party on and off, there was, was not

And how much longer, one would never know

Though I suppose until theyve lost the plot.

But evrything winds down and starts to slow

And then they all collapse one two the lot!

No grander party was there ever seen,

And yes, it was the best theres ever been!

.50.

Now we might leave this party for a time

And come back to them later in the day.

And though we may think this a pantomime,

Its hard to tell just looking hard to say.

Yet having fun, this surely is no crime

And all will cheer again hip hip hooray!

So we will leave these three to now attend

To all the mess theyve yet to comprehend.

.51.

Of course there are a few that think its strange

To be a place where evrything is odd.

Yet even though, it makes a pleasant change

To simply give a passer-by a nod,

But then you might decide to rearrange

Your schedule and as you poke and prod

The diffrent things around this awesome place

And sometimes think that theyre from outer space.

.52.

All things here have a purpose, yes they do

Though not quite obvious; we know of that

And one of those strange creatures that meets you

Is none and other the great Cheshire Cat!

I said before this cat is one that who

Enjoys to sing of twinkle little bat.

A friendly cat and always on his dial;

A Cheshire smile to stretch a Cheshire mile!

.53.

This cat is always grinning here and there

And maybe if youre lucky you will see

Him disappear without a trace of hair

Or fur, that is perhaps (tween you and me).

He doesnt say too much, he wouldnt dare;

For people fear a smile thats in a tree.

But when you get to know him, hes okay,

Though never, never dare call him a stray!

.54.

Though there be plenty in this Wonderland,

The Cheshire puss just wiles away the hours.

He doesnt ever have to make a stand

For evryone thinks he has mystic powrs.

Now evry now and then he joins the band

Of merry people smelling all the flowrs.

Youll see him here and see him there, thats great,

But if you hesitate, youll be too late.

.55.

He fades so quickly in the day or night.

Some parts will fade and others stay behind.

Sometimes its just a head. My! What a sight!

At other times, a tail of any kind

And if theres just a mouth, then theres the bite

And that is mad enough to blow your mind!

This Cheshire puss, an envy evrywhere

And some would say hes even debonair!

.56.

Now do not be deceived by debonair,

Although hes finely dressed, well groomed at that.

There is a certain strangeness in his air,

(By that I mean the way he moves this cat)

A sense of self-importance! Do you care?

(I didnt think you would. Thats where were at.)

So if you chance to walk beneath a tree,

Make sure you look, perhaps this cat youll see!

.57.

Of course Ive mentioned Hamish once before.

Oh Hamish the white rabbit running spare,

He snatched his watch and gloves and out the door

He sprang with great abound and unaware

That he might find adventure and some more

(But secretly, he didnt really care.)

And off he goes, declaring that hes late

For what he calls a very important date.

.58.

Now running long the path with great abound,

He bumped into fair Alice on the way,

Excuse me Sir, she said, he looked around,

Twas such a chanced collision on this day.

He bumped and fell and made an awful sound

And poor young Alice knew not what to say.

But Hamish stopped to gather up his things

And flew off with such speed, like he had wings.

.59.

Poor Alice didnt know what she could do

And chased this rabbit for what seemed to be

The longest time, she didnt have a clue

Where he was going or what she might see.

But off she charged and Hamish to pursue

And hoped that she might catch him (I agree).

Oh there he is! Up there along the way

And when I catch him , Wonder what hell say?

.60

She thought that shed catch Hamish just in time,

But no she didnt, down a hole he went.

He disappeared, twas like a perfect crime,

She found the spot and then she carefly bent

And heard his pocket watch begin to chime

With such a pleasant tune, twas heaven sent.

But as she lent and wondered what to do,

She overbalanced, then she fell in too!

.61.

And down she fell, a never ending fall,

It seemed so strange to fall with gravity,

Nowhere to go but down no sense to call

For no-one would hear her; such a pity.

You never know your luck, for one and all

May end up meeting in a grand city.

Her wild imagination is so sweet,

Then suddenly she landed on her feet.

.62.

But where she landed was quite a surprise

And found herself alone within a room.

Yet where she was, we only can surmise,

But it was deathly quiet, like a tomb.

Now where she was, she did not realize

And felt for sure that this was now her doom.

She looked, there didnt seem to be a door;

A little table, flask and not much more.

.63.

On close examination, there she saw

A tiny key upon the table top.

She looked around and spied a tiny door

Just like a little puppet show or prop.

Oh how am I to fit?, she did implore

And all upset she cried and tried to stop.

She dried her tears and then observed the flask;

Now what strange question is it she may ask?

.64.

A little piece of paper, nothing more

Around the top with little words Drink Me.

And finely written as one would adore

In shades of pink so far as she could see.

The penmanship, that little Alice saw

Was so superb and could no finer be.

And so she raised the flask up to her lip,

Oh what the bother, then she took a sip.

.65.

To her surprise, her legs became quite weak

And in the midst of this she gave a cry,

Not much a cry but more so like a shriek;

She seemed to shrink and now she wondered why.

She sipped the flask, a little drop to sneak

And now it seems all hope has passed her by.

Now after this, her height was tall no more

And knowing this, she headed for the door.

.66.

But lo! Behold, there was a problem now,

The little key lay on the table there.

She had to try to get the key but how?

And she was almost driven to despair.

So from the flask, she drank some more and wow!

She grew again! Its more than she could bear.

She grabbed the key and drank a little more

And shrunk right down and ran toward the door.

.67.

She turned the key and opened up the door

And as she did a smile crossed or her face.

Fair Alice could not believe what she saw,

So beautiful to see, a wondrous place.

Nice lush green gardens, oh theres so much more

But of the rabbit white, there was no trace.

So Alice ventured forth without a care

And roamed throughout the garden, evrywhere.

.68.

Now one would think that Alice was quite smart,

They used to say this when she was at school,

But when she learnt and memorized by heart

A lot of others thought she was a fool.

But Alice never quarreled or would start

A fight because this knowledge was her tool.

Its always useful knowing many things,

Because you never know the things life brings.

.69.

Now at this time, she wondered, Was it good?

To wander all this distance, far from home,

With no-one here to help her where she stood,

So all she did was wander round and roam.

A little scared and would be if she could,

But gave a sigh, perhaps a little moan.

Though very tired, decided not to sleep

And being wise, along this path shell keep.

.70.

Now while we let fair Alice wander round

It pays to take the time to contemplate

That running off is not always that sound

And this may leave you in a torrid state.

So you may wish that you had never found

Freedom. Sometimes its better off to wait.

Now it is only wise to be well read

For fools walk in where angels fear to tread.

.71.

Of course its always fine to run and play

And evryone deserves a little break.

Improves the vigor of the mind, they say

All work can make you dull for goodness sake.

But if you feel real tired and yes, you may,

Its not too wise to try to stay awake.

Then rather run away to look and see

Why not just find a pleasant, shady tree?

.72.

When we are young, we often wonder why

Our parents are so strict (thats what we think).

They rouse so much and sometimes make us cry

And look at one another with a wink.

But there are lessons learnt as time goes by

Yes, even those that bring us to the brink.

So always take some heed wheneer youre told,

Cause all that glitters isnt always gold!

.73.

No what is this? To me like a parade.

All banners, trumpets blasting out their call.

With little knaves, Oh my what a charade,

The knaves are cards, some fifty-two in all.

All marching here to there, a masquerade

To please the Queen of Hearts (whos not that tall).

And from a distance, they all look the same,

Preparing for the royal croquet game.

.74.

Flamingoes and the hedge-hogs are prepared.

Such strange equipment never seen before

With pegs and banners all unfolded, aired

To show the diffrent emblems that they bore.

And now they number off, each one is paired

Together with another may be more.

With evrything prepared, the game will start

And what is good, no need to be too smart.

.75.

The game they play according to the rules,

Requires a skill to hit the hedge-hog through

A folded card surmounted on some stools

And of these obstacles, there are a few.

To use flamingoes isnt really cruel

For they pick on the cards they never knew

A nasty piece of work needless to say,

But they dont mind, it fills in part the day.

.76.

The Queen of Hearts, she never likes to lose,

She always wins, yes even when shes lost,

But it is up to her to pick and choose

Who wins the game, no matter what the cost.

The rules will change at times just to confuse,

So long as that no queenly lines are crossed.

So evryone is careful what is said

Or otherwise youll hear, Off with their head!

.77.

So wither shall we wander evrywhere

For this and that and may be more of this

And whether it is here or over there,

It really doesnt matter if we miss

Where once it was, but is it anywhere?

It may be so, but then may be amiss.

Now this and that, it isnt any more

It seems a little strange what this is for.

.78.

Now nonsense is the go in Wonderland

And evrywhere you go, you'll find it there.

So come along and join the merry band

And speak some nonsense here without a care.

A place where all seriousness is banned,

Some nonsense may well catch you unaware.

So let us find some more to entertain

For now its not the right time to complain.

.79.

Ah, deep within the forest there would be

The strangest creature one has ever seen,

The Jabberwock, I think you will agree

Is quite unsociable and somewhat mean

To anyone who passes by his tree

To rest upon it and sometimes to lean.

Some think hes rather rude and so cocky

Specly when he speaks in Jabberwocky.

.80.

Hes often seen at time to rant and rave,

To flounder bout with arms up in the air.

Its said that once he gobbled up a knave

And spat him out and one became a pair.

It seems that he does not like to behave

And as it is, its more than we can bear.

So when you stroll, beware the Jabberwock

A master of disguise till ten oclock.

.81.

Now ten oclock, that seems the strangest hour

Why ten oclock? you ask, with great dismay.

At ten oclock hes lost his magic powr

And so he must retire for the day.

Back to his tree, a mighty fortress towr

This is the only rule he must obey.

Jabberwocks themselves are very naughty

Feeling high and mighty, rather haughty.

.82.

But in this realm the Jabberwock does reign

And no-one dares to ever question why

For fear of life, perhaps a little pain

So all beware, you casual passers-by.

Yet nertheless, his aims to entertain

For Jabberwocks are not so very shy.

So if youre chanced to meet him on a walk,

Make sure that youre polite in how you talk.

.83.

When we left Amadeus and his friends,

Poor Dormie found himself in quite a spot.

Now how he gets along well that depends,

Depends on how he gets out of the pot.

Now Dormie is quite calm although he tends

To blow it now and then and lose the plot.

But how do you expect him to react

When stuffed into a pot No thats a fact!

.84.

The party had been finished for a while

As evrybody started feeling tired.

And while this was not like the Hatters style

He had to rest, recoup what was required

To party on and with a cheeky smile

He thought of all the things that had transpired.

It was a grand occasion nonetheless,

Even though theyd made an awful mess!

.85.

Theres broken cups and saucers evrywhere,

From running round the table like a mad

Hatter does and hes totly unaware

That all the things on tables that they had

Are topsy-turvy, turned up here and there

And evrything is strawbry custard clad.

Dishes upon dishes, the greatest pile

It didnt matter, all he did was smile.

.86.

Now anyone would clean this mess up soon,

But Hatters arent at all that way inclined.

Who cares if theres a dirty cup or spoon,

Dessert or soup or tea or any kind

And when theyre tapped together make a tune,

A tune that evrybody didnt mind!

Oh, yes you guessed it, its concerning that

Elusive twinkle, twinkle little bat!

.87.

It was quite neat, this tune to play out loud,

A happy song enjoyed by one and all.

The bestest song to entertain a crowd,

To dance around until they trip and fall.

And when complete, all players dipped and bowed

And then stood up again to look so tall.

The cheers, the cheers! Oh well have more of that!

An ncore please, of twinkle little bat!

.88.

The Hatter wasnt always so, they say.

He wasnt always mad like he is now.

He used to be quite clever in his day

At math and other things Oh anyhow

He doesnt do it much, although he may

Decide to integrate; the crowd to wow

And seeing this, the crowd could only guess

His mathemagic really can impress!

.89.

He solves quadratics quicker than a flash,

Finding all the answers without fail.

Hed write them down and throw them in the trash

As quick as one could breathe in or exhale.

And then at times hed make a hurried dash

And post important findings in the mail.

But that was then, it isnt anymore

Some say he finds mathmatics quite a bore!

.90.

Some find it strange that he would now concede

That he partakes in other things much more.

He finds that rhyming schemes are more the need

To scribble out a nice poetic score.

But what was it that did implant the seed?

He doesnt really know; and were not sure.

Now whether its important yes or no;

Hes always got a project on the go.

.91.

Oh yes, we left poor Dormie in the pot.

He struggled lots, but finally popped free,

He jumped and squirmed and wriggled quite a lot

And doing so knocked off a pot of tea.

And now that he was out, he plumb forgot

Which is of no surprise (tween you and me).

He said some things and that they all will keep,

And promptly snuggled up and went to sleep!

.92.

And that was that! There wasnt anymore

And Marchie was quite disappointed too.

Both he and Hatter thought they were in store

For yet another story one or two.

There we have it; theres no point to bore

With more details, though there were a few.

For once asleep you couldnt wake him up

Unless of course theres treacle in his cup.

93.

They looked and looked and then they looked some more,

Turning all they found all up and round,

But nowhere could they find treacle to pour

Into his cup thats somewhere on the ground

For in their haste, they always did ignore

The falling of his cup and breaking sound.

Now Dormie had no cup! What can they do?

Oh how to find a treacle cup thats new?

.94.

Oh treacle here, Oh treacle there; Oh where?

Oh for a treacle cup we fossick for.

Has anyone a treacle cup to spare?

Perhaps you have one that you use no more.

Perhaps theres one or maybe theres a pair

Of treacle cups. Is there a treacle store?

There was one but it closed in May or June

With no intent to open very soon.

.95.

Oh what to do to find a treacle cup?

They are not very common, dont you know

To get one before Dormie finds whats up

Will be so very hard. So whats the go?

How will he drink? Whats more, how will he sup

Upon his treacle? What have we to show?

A little panic here and panic there

Oh no, Oh no Theres panic evrywhere!

.96.

So now the Hatter has a goal, to find

A treacle cup, yes one brand-spanking new.

The search is on, another of the kind

Theyll run around and maybe find a few.

So while they search, I think well leave behind

This awesome trio, so lets bid adieu.

One never knows quite where the fun is at

Perhaps well come across the Cheshire cat!

.97.

Can anybody see the Cheshire cat?

The cat that has the Cheshire mile wide smile.

I wonder! Do you wonder where hes at?

You think hes hiding, only for a while

And then he reappears and plays the brat

For playing little games is quite his style.

Now whats the go with Cheshire puss today?

Youll have to stick around for what hell say.

.98.

Now whether we dont want it or we do,

The Cheshire cat will always needs be there

Surmising, prophesying things he knew

While lazing round and floating in the air.

But of his many talents, theres a few

That some would like and others should beware.

So one would say hes much more that a cat.

Now merry ones, what do you think of that?

.99.

We seek him here, we seek him there all day!

Elusive as he is, we always know

That he will ppear upon your merry way

Regardless of the way you wish to go.

At certain times some people know that they

Might be surprised how quickly he could show

And lo! Behold! Before your very eyes,

He reappears in some other disguise.

.100.

Of all the creatures in this Wonderland,

The Cheshire puss is known to them all,

The tales he tells are certainly not bland

Theyre full of fun and games and will enthrall

Those listening to all the plots he planned

While sitting, out of sight, upon his wall.

The Cheshire wall is quite a common place

For Cheshire puss to vanish without trace.

.101.

We left young Alice roaming round the land

To entertain herself, investigate,

To question some and try to understand

The strangest things to happen as of late.

And though she didnt know them all off hand

Some answers came to her at any rate.

Indeed, it is so curious. Shed say

A curious and stranger type of day.

.102.

Now curious is quite a proper word

To use for things that are so strange indeed,

She thought it grown up, this word she heard

When used in cases where there is a need

To use a word when things are so absurd

And of our powrs of logic to impede.

So over all our Alice is quite smart

With questioning developed as an art.

.103.

Within this Wonderland, it seemed as though

All time had stopped, well in a sort of way

And though she hadnt anything to show

Her time or a duration of the day,

There still was something inside her to know

That time was steadly ticking; as they say.

Perhaps its time to make her way back home

Instead to stay and wander, merely roam.

.104.

Now Alice had enjoyed her outing here

And marveled at the many things she saw

And though some situations werent so clear,

She still enjoyed the company, for sure.

And she would miss this Wonderland so dear,

It really is a place the young adore.

A yawn, a stretch, not all is what it seems

For evrything is wonderful in dreams.