Alice remembered the lessons she learnt
from the Crying Mock Turtle, the more one
cries, the more one finds things to cry about,
the more one keeps looking at things, the
more one finds things one does not want
to see - like a bad-tempered Queen who
shouts ‘Off With His Head’ and flowers
chasing her off because she seems
to be a weed, not a flower at all
And when one is expected to play croquet
in high society while the game is rigged to
favour the Queen, one can never win self-
esteem, therefore Alice decided she would
focus on things that made her feel happy
enough to stay alive; concentrating on
celebrating life, off she went singing
‘Wake up, wake up, to the
morning sun
Tell me, tell me that you love me till the
day is done’ - the White Rabbit wrung
his hands, knowing the Queen of Hearts
would not approve, but the Cheshire Cat
grinned madly and moved his head in
time with the song while the Gryphon
ignored everyone making lists of
everything under the sun…
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