Alice sits still
Contemplating her knees
Fiddling about with her toes
While the birds in the trees
Sing what they please
To the words that only she knows.
Buttercups, daisies, all stand in line
And circle around her grass seat
From her head to her feet
She is very complete
In her sparkle of youth
And delight.
As she grows old she blooms like a rose
But only the Hatter knows
How lovely she is
And he’s mad.
She wouldn’t believe him
Whatever he said .
She thought the road lead
To the vale of the dead
Where all the daffodils die.
”Look at the bulbs”, he said.
”There’s a wink in the cuckoos eye.
The secret is – never ask why.”
The Dreaming Path 