You can keep your hookah

Turning away she confessed

There is nothing more to see

Wonderland has melted

 

Once such adventures beckoned

This land now squeals for help

She chooses to remain in bed

To read of how it had been

 

Even a puff cannot dress up

This relentlessly fading place

That had been so magnificent

Even for a caterpillar

 

Alice and Peter and Dorothy

Will fade in the distance

Fearing that a new adventure

Would leave them in tears