The Queen
In all of the land I have been in
I thought she would be my answer
Everyone has been saying to me
“Go speak with the queen!”
As I attempt to talk to her about my escape from this land
She looks at me and says in an uninterested voice
“You’ll be fine”
I explain how this is not my home but her fury grows
“I’m tired of this! Stop speaking of this” she shouts
I speak to my hatter friend and he helps me escape
But the queen blocks my way
Trapping me forever in Wonderland
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