A rose for the Mad Hatter
A tulip for the hare
A pansy for mirror dwellers everywhere.
Posies for the departed
Tuppence for the birds
Homage must be paid
Not just with mere words.
Drumming the kettle drum
Make them march to the beat
Devil's fiddle, Angel's harp,
The puppet's market place discreet.
Follow your sign
You won't get lost
A label at any cost
Is better than moldy bread
In the basket.
If life is stale and too scattered
Here's the casket
For fallen dreams that never mattered.
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