Alice, alone.

“Alice, Alice, where did you go? When you wondered down the rabbit hole?”

That’s what they ask you, when they see you in the streets,

Not just once, but every person you meet.

The white rabbit seems to love the attention,

And the Cheshire Cat doesn’t mind the odd mention.

But you sweet Alice, with your tiny height,

Found it all too much, it was all too bright.

They all had your hair, and your stripy socks,

And you were never alone between the ticks and the tocks.

So you went away, to another wonderland of your own,

And sit, each day, happy and alone.