To do whate’er you say.
There’s a curious land where the footmen are frogs,
And the Jubberwock prowls all the day;
Where we paint the white roses a beautiful red
And the Mock Turtle weeps at his play.
Where the babies can turn into wonderful pigs,
And you balance an eel on your nose.
’Tis the Wonderland Alice discovered one day.
Its location we’ll never disclose.
[If possible have Kings and Queens dance a minuet to music of DON JUAN.]