Alice

Down the looking glass

And through the rabbit hole—

Dear me, which direction

Are we falling in, floating on, dear?

Let’s see how far we can go

But oh, the daze that these

Colorstruck eyes are in!

A whole world of impossible things

That delight and demand

That you know exactly who you are

And what you can do—

“The Alice?”

But of course, who else would she be?

A legend, a myth, why

All stories are true, dear,

You just have to make them believe.

Drink me, this way, come along

Don’t look down long enough to watch

Your feet on the ground—

You’ll get caught in the weeds, darling,

And everyone knows

That's not where exciting things grow

You want to be here, girl,

Take a seat at the table

We’ll pour you some tea

And see if we can make you laugh.

Why else would one wear

Such a ridiculous hat?

Or rhyme without reason to the tick of the clock

That chimes on this special day, yes of course!

Merry Unbirthday! Let’s all make a toast!

To friendship, to bravery, and to yourself

Above all else, to you—

The Alice, the only Alice

The wielder of swords, the kind to all things,

The champion of hearts (though the enemy of one)

And the damn best woman

This place has ever seen.

So take this world with you, go on

Make it count! Fall upwards, walk backwards,

And make your own world

As impossible as this one,

And we think you’ll see

You’ll love it—

Your own place of Wonder

Because it has you.