Some pills makes you larger
And some pills make you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell all, hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is running low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know
When the logic and proportion
Have fallen so I’ll be dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off her head”
Remember what the dormouse said:
“Feed your head,
Feed your head”
Lord save little children
They abide
The wind blows and the rain’s a-cold
Yet they abide
Notes: Last verse from ‘Night of The Hunter’ (1955) Gene Dorsogna.