One pill makes you larger,
and one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother
gives you, don't do anything at all;
Go ask Alice, when she's ten
feet tall.
And if you go chasing
rabbits, and you know you're going to fall;
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking
caterpillar has given you the call;
To call Alice, when she was
just small.
When the men on the
chessboard get up and tell you where to go;
And you've just had some kind
of mushroom,
And your mind is moving low;
Go ask Alice, I think she'll
know.
When logic and proportion
have fallen sloppy dead;
And the white knight is
talking backwards;
And the red queen's off with
her head;
Remember what the dormouse
said,
Feed your head, feed your
head.
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