"And the momeraths outgrabe..." He sang, and the cat-boy appeared sitting on his stomach. "Oh, It's you."
He smiled. "Whom did you expect?" He made rabbit ears with his tail and set them on his head. "The white rabbit perhaps?" I wiped me eyes. "Oh-no. I'm through with him. I want to go home. But I can't find my way."
He sighed. "That's because you have no way." His tail made long red hair and he looked angry. "All ways here you see are the queens way!" He scolded. "But I haven't met any queen." He started to laugh again. "You haven't? You haven't!" He clapped his hands together and they came off and floated.
"She'll be mad about you simply mad! You must see her!" He laughed and started to disappear. "How do I find her?"
He pointed left, right, up, and down at the same time. "Well some go this way. Some go that way." He sat down and his tail gripped a branch. "But as for me myself personally, I prefer the short-cut."
A door opened up and I saw a castle. I walked into a huge maze.
(I love this song and I love it more the way I did it! -Alicefan1)
I walked though the maze and heard someone singing. "Da dee dee da da da! Doodle dee do dee do dee do! Bum Bum Bum Bum."
I saw these four cards painted roses on a tree. "Painting the roses black. We're painting the roses black. We dare not stop or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread!"
I jumped and tired to find how to get to them. "We're painting the rose black. We're painting the rose black! Oh-h-h-h-h! Painting the rose black painting the rose black." I walked in on them. They were doing a very bad job of painting these red rose black. "And many a tear be shed. Because we know they'll cease to grow. In fact they'll soon be dead. And yet we go ahead and painting the rose black."
They all moved to a new tree and started to paint. "Black, black, black, black. Painting the roses black. We're painting the roses black." I came up behind one but when I talked it came out singing. "Excuse me please but, Mr. Three why must you paint them black?"
The card leaned down from his ladder. "Well the fact is Miss. We planted red roses instead of black ones."
"And the queen she likes them black. If she saw red instead. She'd raise a fuss and each of us would quickly lose his head. Since this is the thought we dread. We're painting the roses black!"
"Let me help you then." I picked up a bucket and brush. "Painting the roses black, we're painting the roses black. Don't tell the queen what you have seen or say that's what we said But we're painting the roses black. Yes, Painting the roses black."
"Not pink."
"Not green."
"Not aquamarine."
"We're painting the roses black!"
The I heard trumpet blaring from a huge army of cards flooding in from the maze. The cards started to flip. Dumping paint and the buckets flying. "THE QUEEN!" They shouted.
"THE QUEEN!"