Let the Furies sing and Davy Arthur ring the changes in song
And may I twitch all night long to find the riddled throng.
Where the queen of hearts forgot the tarts as the young girl
Danced in tune and cast a rune or two, for riddle me ree the hatter

Wont you take a platter young lady no one is forbidden here
Oh my dear isnt it clear we are all raving mad in here so dont be shy
Dont even try to pretend you are the only sane one around
She is only bound to find out you have been spreading rumours

Then the thing we all dread to hear 'Off with their heads'
And dont spare the creds axeman or its your head  too
And didnt you know it wrong to scoff at your elder's dilema
Loyal subject I am,but after all, if it's off with mine, where would I keep my hat?

Oh! and that damned cat is here again, when will he ever stop smiling?
And at what? I ask of him. 'I say there cat, do you know where its at?
'Where whats at '? you ask Why the beheading, feline floomerancy, dont you fancy a go at painting her roses red before bed? No? oh well stop here take a cup of tea

Along with me and move down  the bench next to the wench
With the goldenlocks she's trying to figure it out with the dunce in the teapot And I think not this March will any of us start to know the riddled question
Why is a raven like a writing desk? Well! Why not cat? Answer me that

And why have you vanished so late in the day I thought you might stay
And liven this party up then sup a cup of kindness with your mad friend here
She is crazy, chasing white rabbits all day long and breaking into song 
Nothing but a  blonde Bimbo she is and completely mad 

Button your shoe and consider this. My long eared friend next to me and I
Are the only sane ones left in this Mad hatter world, so do a twirl, before you go
And sing it slow with Davey Arthur and the Furies and whilst your up
Give the dummy in the tea pot a crack with that ladle he thinks he's a dormouse

Now sing you buggers sing 
'I loved you as I never loved a before
When first I met you on the village green
Come to me all my dreams of love are yours
For I love you as I loved a you
When you were sweeeeeeet , 
When you were sweeeet  aaa Six a teen'

Thats better.
Didnt you know that Mr Hare
They are all raving mad except you and I my friend
Beside my fine loppy eared aquaintance 
It will soon be March