One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go, chasing rabbits,
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When men on a chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go,
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low,
Go ask Alice;
I think she'll know,
When logic, and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the door mouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head."