When the Hatter Lost His HatA bright day, it was, and brillig too,
In a sunny part of Wonderland.
I lay beneath the clear blue sky,
A towel clutched tightly in my hand.
All of a sudden, I heard a shuffling,
A sort of scuffling sort of noise;
Opened one eye, and cocked my head
And waited; till I heard a voice.
It had to be the Hatter, I knew it was,
No one else sounds quite like him.
His voice washed over me in waves of gold,
Even thought he sounded quite grim.
I knew not what he tried to say,
Nor can I remember, to this day.
All I begin to recall is that
It was the day the Hatter lost his Hat.
I got up, tired as I was,
And shuffled to my weary feet.
I found the Hatter staring at me;
His brow soaked in sweat from the heat.
"Who are you?" asked the Hatter crossly,
Arms folded across his chest.
"A little girl in search of love,"
I said, brushing down my dress.
His face softened at that admission,
He really did look a dear.
"You've come to the right place, then, love"
He smiled and drew me near.
His mouth on mine, it