I swear to you, I'm not Mad.
If anyone's Mad, it's you.
Who's laughing now,
now that we've lost it all?
If you're afraid, I don't blame you
I'm told its countenance is grim
Twas brillig, if you'll remember
In this style, Ten and six
Will You? Won't You?
And if not, how come not?
I can see I'm hardly one to judge,
But so far you've been no fun.
And yes, while there is plenty of room,
life is what you make it,
so there doesn't have to be.
You're like a puzzle, sometimes, I find.
Oh, How I wonder what you're at...