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Alice in Wonderland with the complaining flamingo SONG
‘Hold still,’ Alice said to the bird,
‘Hold still,’ she insisted, ‘I must be heard!
You must strike the ball, though it hurts you so,
Hold still dear bird, then I’ll let you go’.
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‘Quark, quark!’ said bird in reply to Alice,
‘QUARK, QUARK!’ it professed with great menace.
‘I will peck you good if you do not let me go.
QUARK’, it screeched. ‘You have been warned, you know!’
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‘Oh PLEASE give me time to play the game,
I’ll try to be gentle’, Alice so reframed.
‘And if you do happen to be injured, some,
I will tend your injuries, each and every one’.
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‘If I agree to let you use me as a bat,’
Said the bird to Alice, and that’s a fact,
‘You must promise to pay me one bright new shilling,
Only then can you hope to ever win.’
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‘I will, I will!’ Alice cried out with joy,
‘I will pay you one shilling, and that’s no lie,’
With that she lifted the bird so high,
Struck the ball hard and the poor bird died.
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Alice in Wonderland is now on Top of the World
A brand-new story about Alice (see below).
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Sugar; one lump or two?
Sugar; one lump or two?
I am a poor mouse, it said sadly to her,
A very poor mouse, you can tell by my fur,
So ragged and reek, split ends I am sure,
I am a poor mouse – will you confer?
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Yes, you are a poor mouse, Alice dryly replied,
An abysmally poor one – can I take you aside?
For the Hatter, so mad, is searching for you,
To stuff into his pot with its heavenly brew.
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Oh I am lost, the mouse cried out in shock,
The Hatter, so mad, wants me inside his pot,
And the Rabbit, so white, with his blackest of souls,
Will keep you in there ‘til you’ve expired – so I’m told.
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What can I do – oh, Alice, please help,
Save my life, my moth eaten old pelt.
I cannot save you, for the Hatter and Rabbit are here,
And I am so thirsty – where’s your pot my old dears?
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The pot it is here, the Hatter and Rabbit replied,
Quick, squeeze him inside, that’s where he’ll reside,
Amidst the tea leaves, mixed up with the brew,
The Mouse will make history. Sugar; one lump or two?
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Alice and the White Rabbit
The Mad Conversation
Flummoxed by the Rabbit, Alice said, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” he replied.
“It all depends on what?”
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They mean the same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” the Rabbit explained, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” she insisted.
“How do you know,” asked the Rabbi, “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted. Informing him that another door had appeared, she awaited his response.
The Rabbit tried to open the door but he was unable to do so.
“Might I try?” Alice asked.
The Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. “Could a mad person have done that?” she asked. Stepping through, she fell into a hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” he replied. “But would they have fallen down there?” Then, jumping into the hole, he followed Alice.
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A NEW Alice in Wonderland Story
A NEW
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
STORY
Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World
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A Christmas Alice in Wonderland Story
A Christmas Alice in Wonderland Story
First, she discovered Wonderland…
Then she slipped through that fascinating Looking Glass…
Now, she’s on Top of the World…
THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF A GIRL NAMED ALICE
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Ever since I began writing, I wanted to create something special, a story to capture the hearts, minds and, above all, imagination of you, the readers, I hope that, in penning this story, about the continuing adventures of a girl named Alice, I might, just might have achieved this ambition.
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AN EXCERPT
It was many years later when Alice had her next adventure, and whilst she was quite surprised to be having one at all, after the passing of so many years, she was even more surprised to see that she was a child again, no older than when she had first entered Wonderland and slipped through that fascinating Looking Glass.
“How curious,” she whispered, trying to recall the child she had once been.
“You took your time getting here,” said the White Rabbit who suddenly appeared in front of her.
“I beg your pardon?” Alice replied, remembering how rude he could be, if he felt so inclined.
“I said you took your time getting here. You should have been here fourteen years ago,” the Rabbit huffed indignantly as he began hopping quickly away from Alice.
“But,” Alice spluttered, running after him, “I have no idea how I arrived, let alone why I am so late!”
“We accept no ifs or buts, here – you should know that by now,” said the Rabbit, as he opened a door which had appeared as suddenly as he. Stepping through, he said, “Hurry up, please don’t dawdle.”
As she followed him through the doorway, trying her to keep up with the fast-hopping Rabbit, Alice surmised that he must have got out his bed on the wrong side, this morning, to be so grumpy on so wonderful a day. And it really was a wonderful day, with a warm sun shining brightly upon them.
‘I wonder where I might possibly be?’ thought Alice, as she admired the pink forget-me-nots skirting a winding path before her. “Am I in Wonderland?” she asked, just as another door, the same as the first one, appeared.
Giving Alice a most peculiar look, the Rabbit said, “Of course we are not in Wonderland.” Opening the door, he told her, “We are on the top of the world.” Having said that, he scurried off, hopping down another winding path, also bordered by pink forget-me-nots.
“The top of the world?” Alice cried out, quite in surprise. “Why, that’s impossible!”
The Rabbit stopped hopping. Turning around, facing Alice, he said, “Then how can you be here, if it’s impossible?”
Flummoxed by the Rabbit’s question, Alice found herself struggling to find a reply. The only thing she was able to come up with was, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” the Rabbit replied quite matter-of-factly.
“It all depends on what?”
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They both mean the very same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” said the White Rabbit, with full conviction of the soundness of his case, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed, at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” Alice insisted, becoming ever more frustrated at so silly a conversation.
“How do you know that you aren’t mad,” asked the Rabbit, who appeared to be enjoying flummoxing Alice, so “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted, stamping her foot, displaying her annoyance at what she considered was questionable logic. Changing the subject, from her possible madness or claimed sanity, Alice informed the Rabbit that another door had appeared and was awaiting his attention.
Turning round, the White Rabbit took hold of the handle and tried to open the door, but it remained stubbornly shut.
“Might I try?” Alice asked, feeling very un-mad. Standing away from the door, the White Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. Feeling vindicated, she said, “Could a mad person have done that?” Without waiting for a reply, she stepped through the doorway and fell into a gaping hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” said the Rabbit, laughing as she disappeared into the hole. “But would they have fallen down there?” Laughing again, he hopped through doorway and into the hole, following Alice…
CONTD
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OFF WITH HER HEAD
OFF WITH HER HEAD
(From Alice in Wonderland on Top of the World)
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Off with her head, I said, OFF, OFF, OFF!
Off with her head; put it on a block!
Swing your axe high executioner; find the true mark!
I said off with her head, now; make a start!
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Why do you want to punish her, so?
Said the King for Alice, standing below.
She is just a child; a mere wisp of a girl,
Searching for Rabbit’s house at the Top of the World.
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For a moment the Queen faltered, mulling her plan,
Then she roared, Are you mouse or a man?
Alice’s head it must fall or yours will be next!
Off with her head and don’t make a mess!
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Standing, there, listening, Alice thought she was done,
Waiting for the chopper with its final anon.
Then down from the sky an old man appeared,
Then he whisked her away; tucked under his beard!
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She won’t be chopping your head, he said with a smile,
Father Christmas, to the poor, startled child.
Let us up and away and follow our snouts,
To the Top of the World and the Rabbit’s fine house.
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Hissing her annoyance, the Queen voiced her thoughts,
Behead everyone, and then she went for a walk.
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I Am a Cat, it said Smiling at Her
I Am a Cat, it said Smiling at Her
I am a Cat, it said smiling at her,
A Cheshire Cat; you can tell by my fur,
My paws and whiskers are also a hint,
But the smile on my face is most significant.
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I can see by your fur, said Alice – I do,
And also your paws and whiskers; it’s true,
But that smile on your face has me all in a tizz,
Coming and going, in such a whiz.
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Still smiling at Alice, the Cat dryly replied,
You’d never believe me; you’d think I had lied,
If the smile on my face was gone; it’s a fact,
No one would listen or look at this Cat.
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Without offering Alice a chance to reply,
The Cat went on with his horrible lie,
Creeping closer and closer, until ever so near,
When he pounced, lashed out, cutting her ear.
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Feeling the hurt and the blood running down,
Alice said, I was such a clown,
To have ever believed a Cat with a grin,
Take that, and that, you horrible thing!
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