Down The Rabbit Hole.

Down the rabbit hole she goes,
But she is no rabbit.
In her world she moves
Coming upon that is her habit.

She talks to herself!
"what a lovely day"
Beyond the scope of herself
Comes the man to be gay!

Her world was full of flowers,
But the man hated nature!
He took away all her colours
And gave her too much torture.

Let this be said loud and clear:
In the hole she is right and he is wrong.
Where should they be placed to bear,
The harmonious whispers too strong.
 
  


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