[Poem] A Girl We Call Alice
A Girl We Call Alice
There was once a girl we all call Alice,
the girl with long, golden hair and a jolly face.
We met at the edge of Wonderland,
and again through the looking glass.
You may remember her as the curious girl,
But I remember her as the terrible darling
who puts her head in all the wrong places,
That silly little girl who just can’t learn.
Makes you wish she can keep away, aye?
But here she is, yet again,
the petulant brat never growing up,
always young and free when we’re all old,
gnarled and stooped like dead old trees:
that curious little creature we all call Alice
Might put this for Mirage.
There was once a girl we all call Alice,
the girl with long, golden hair and a jolly face.
We met at the edge of Wonderland,
and again through the looking glass.
You may remember her as the curious girl,
But I remember her as the terrible darling
who puts her head in all the wrong places,
That silly little girl who just can’t learn.
Makes you wish she can keep away, aye?
But here she is, yet again,
the petulant brat never growing up,
always young and free when we’re all old,
gnarled and stooped like dead old trees:
that curious little creature we all call Alice
Might put this for Mirage.