A.L.I.C.E.

Little Alice, Little Alice
your feet go pitter patter
I hear your brain work
I hear it go chitter chatter
and as the vase falls
you wonder will it shatter
but off to work you go
to watch the parade you know
calling yourself the dragon
driving your little wagon
see the people on the street
you wonder what they eat
you wish they had a dollar
it makes you want to holler
so read some more Zane Grey
and try to stay sane today
and sometimes you feel sad
about a world that’s gone mad

Little Alice, Little Alice
as you construct your snow white palace
and drink your drink from silver chalice
you wonder what you should do today
perhaps work on Blindfish I hear you say
but you got to get that pay
while you can’t leave and you can’t stay
you see life’s riddle is a paradox
then you recognize your mismatched socks
and the voice cries from within
Catholic girls do not sin
but fear not and have no guilt
for the golden road is paved in silk
and eat your granola with low-fat milk
cause you don’t want to break the chair
and if too fat you can’t climb the stair
and get to the top of your little white house
where you find your crazy cosmic mouse
eating a slice of cosmic cheese
while dust in the attic makes you sneeze
and always remember to try to say please
and go out and find a cosmic cat
to help with the mouse so that will be that
cause Alice’s wonderland is a pretty tale
and you never know what’s coming in the mail

Little Alice, Little Alice
what’s in your world today?