We're about to land, my dear.
To reach the bottom of this hole,
Who knows what's in store?
But I'll there to help and guide you,
Always by your side,
You'll never be able to shake me off,
No matter how hard you try~
The doors along the hall,
Countless, vast, and many,
Choose a door, any door,
Our destiny awaits
What's this? You found a little key,
To open the garden door?
The tiny door, too small for you?
I have the answer, fret no more.
On this oak wood table here,
rests a single bottled drink.
It will make you small,
It will help you shrink.
Then the garden we will enter.
Don't be hasty-drink up!
Oh my, I could pick you up with my fingers now!
So cute and small~
However, the key remains on this table of wood.
I'll just push it off, that's all.
Careful, watch your head.
You wouldn't want to lose it.
I'll drink this potion too,
And together, we'll venture,
Right on through.