Mad Hatter Mistress

by StandStill   Aug 3, 2008


Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy Day...
Watch the rain clouds
Flee away.

Twirl so fast,
that we throw down.
Faster, faster!
Play the clown.

Oh, Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy day...
Smash the cups
And jars of clay.

Hear them cry,
Watch them drain.
Find relief
In inanimate pain.

Sweet Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy day...
Red roses have
So much to say.

The house grows large,
the girl shrinks small.
He looks so lovely
In his hat so tall.

Lovely Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy day...
Sweet colors get lost
And fade to grey.

Watch the smiles,
Fake like the cat.
Twinkle twinkle
little bat.

Precious Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy day...
Too much to do,
no time to lay.

Today's your day,
An un-birthday for you!
Sip the cups, time to switch...
It's what we do.

Mad Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy day...
Your pain is just
The game we play.

**Based off of "Alice in Wonderland"

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