One pill makes you larger
Two pills makes you small
Some pills makes you sometimes
Not to remember anything at all
You drink whatever portion
The witch makes inside her pot
Cross you finger, say a prayer
That this cure whatever you've got
I've lost count of how many
I've swallowed my daily tea
The hatter meanwhile laughing
At the mess that I call me
The cat is saying riddles
The mouse is sound asleep
And I go wondering in circle
I'm too confuse to weep
How didn't get into this mess
I've lost all tracks of time
And while I was trying to process
The caterpiller says another rhyme
Three pills the pain away
Few more might make you 'well'
So how about if you take them all
Oh Alice, does that sound well?
from Alice in the wonderland