So far down the rabbit hole,
Alice fell for the surreal spell she dreamed,
Though she grew taller, she preferred being small, normal.
The mad hatters time was up,
Though he moved fast, he never did catch it,
Never in one place long enough.
Nervous and erratic to be expected,
Near panic as time flies past him.
Two hundred and ten today,
Hurray for tea parties, jam tarts and a pack of cards,
Eat me cake cakes and getting carried away on strange brews, wearing odd shoes.
Turning head over heels as Wonderland tumbles from your view.