A
Very Merry Unbirthday to you
To
me?
To
you, with all that it may bring.
The scorn
The
impassiveness
The ignoring.
On your most unspecial day.
But
that doesn't sound like fun at all!
Well
it isn't meant to be, my dear!
They don't call me Mad for
nothing!
I
think they should call you sad, instead.
It would be much more
fitting.
It's
not sadness, my dear,
That makes me think this way!
It's
knowing what reality is,
And what's just an opium induced
dream.
I
think that's depressing.
Well
that's life!
It's not depressing-
It's invigorating!
When
you know what reality is,
Then you can act like a fool,
And
truly enjoy yourself.
Why,
that's crazy! You make no sense!
I
am
the Mad Hatter, dear.
Besides, it makes all the sense in the world
to me!
And that's all that matters.
For what's the point of
Madness
If everyone understands it?
Then it would just be
common sense-
Which is nowhere near as fun!
At
least I can understand common sense!
Then
you should go back home, my dear.
This tea party is not for you,
it seems.
Your not quite mad enough yet.
But
how do I get home?
On
your own!
I cannot tell you, my dear.
It would make no sense to
you.
Come visit me when you're madder,
And we'll have a
great deal more fun!
But, until then,
A very merry Unbirthday to you!
Move over!