My trip To Wonderland by Brett Nielsen

Time that flies

Results in a matter of a tick-tock,

Tock of the tick, with the tip of a tongue

Will soon grab you by a hand or by five

Then a howl, by a moon

Will take the trip into the fall

And that won't be all,

If even you may, consider to be,

On your knees, within the great sea

You maybe, in a place

The area you gaze

Will have no face

But a mysterious maze,

Maybe cut in a haze

You then may see a caterpillar

Oh who say, he dont need,

I indeed never said

He smokes from wood,

But spoke in french

Dont mind yourself, but

You may be drenched.

Twins who speak with a knotted tongue of riddles  

Of the one who lies maybe tweedle dee

Dont play that damn fiddle

But never trust tweedle dumb

Call the one who may lie, you will not be found dead

But they may resist the Red Queen at the end

Pay attention to the walking cards

Because they may not be,

But be the guards

Stay hidden or play your heart,

And be taken to the palace.

Of, the Red Queen,

You will see a horrible fiend

But don't worry Mr. Rabbit,

Has the inside knowledge,

Create a bad habit

To abolish the red queen

And her deen

Then the tick of the tock

Will take its last flock

Time will no longer

Be a bother.

Then you may return, to the land,

That may not be Wonderland