Down, down, down...

Into the deep well—

No one to catch, no one to tell...

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel

And then—dip—no light, no funnel

Bookshelves, maps, and a jar of marmalade

(But the jar was empty, the dark unafraid)

Falling slow, like a dream in reverse

“Curiouser and curiouser” — a whispered curse

The world turns over, the floor is the sky

And the air tastes of ash and lullaby

Then a flicker—a label—DRINK ME—cold

A liquid like moonlight, a story unsold

Her lips to the glass, her hand starts to shake

The room begins breathing... for goodness' sake

Enter the Wonderland — shrink to a pin

The floor is a ceiling, the walls close in

A river of tears from a giant's chin

And the key on the table — too small to spin

Enter the Wonderland — stretch, break, and mend

A door in the curtain, a world without end

But the lock is a whisper, the hinge is a sigh

And something is watching with a marble-white eye

Now a garden of glass and a three-legged chair

A bottle marked “DRINK ME” waiting there

She sips—she shrinks—she's ten inches high

The key floats above like a mocking fly

She slips—she slides—on the polished floor

The door is a crack, then nothing more

A cake on a platter: “EAT ME” in blue

She tastes—she grows—the room splits in two

“I shall be late! I shall be late!”

A rustle of velvet behind the grate

A waistcoat, a watch, a panicked breath

The first small herald of nonsense and death

He's gone.

He's gone.

He's gone.

Down, down, down...

Into the well...

No one to catch...

No one to tell...

Enter the Wonderland

Enter the Wonderland

(Tick... tock...)