Whatever you are is all okay. I don't like you anyway.

ALICE She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME And she grew so tall, She ate from a plate called TASTE ME And down she shrank so small. And so she changed, while other folks Never tried nothin' at all.

My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.

I know a way to stay friends forever, There's really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.

I am writing these poems from inside a lion.

It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.