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Whimsy and Woe MAG
  Fall down the tunnel, and there you’ll find
  That whom you seek.
  With two white ears and fluffy tail – the rabbit who can speak.
  Ask the door for the key, be careful what you read.
  Inside a bottle you’ll fall and float across the sea
  Until you reach the shore of wonder, and there you will surely find
  The captain of the birds, the dodo, oh so kind.
  Then ask the dodo
  Who sits atop a closely guarded peak,
  Where do I go from here, sir?
  Please I do beseech.
  With a twinkle in his eye and a pipe in his beak
  The dodo waves you toward the forest
  Near the bone-drenched beach.
  Follow the path, careful now not to lose your way.
  For if you stray from this road,
  The Gemini might wish to play
  Don’t stop or listen, just carry on your way
  For in your honor farther down
  A party for your unbirthday.
  A rabbit, a mouse, and a hatter too
  All three madder than me or you.
  Ask them where the rabbit went,
  I bet you they’ll know the way.
  Thank them kindly, manners, please
  And then be on your way
  To where my smiling eyes did spy you
  Swinging to and fray.
  My moon-like grin entranced you
  Your baby blues grew wide.
  And before you go down this little street
  To find your rabbit friend
  Be warned that darkness lays not too far ahead.
  The bloody regent is her name (what a name it is).
  You’ll know you’re close
  When the scent hits your nose.
  Of blood and gore and death.
  Her victims she killed,
  Chopped off their heads
  And dumps them in the moat.
  Their fingers she adorns as trophies,
  Their hair she wears as wigs.
  My child, beware the garden,
  Roses dyed with victim’s blood,
  By soldiers bound to paint
  So wary be,
  For if they see
  Your tiny golden head.
  Well, you’ll no longer have to worry
  at what time you went to bed.

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