’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves…

Before this fairy tale is over
with its three hundred and seven variants
I’ll fly a little way down the rabbit hole.
I follow the rabbit…
He will lead me to a hill.
From there I can watch the Battle of the Five Armies
or listen to Syd Barrett as I lie here in the grass.

I’m not going for a walk,
I follow the rabbit…
you play too high, I can’t sing you like that…
and you can’t hear me…

I’ll swim to your island
and find you listening to some song,
“Careful with That Axe, Eugene”,
“See Emily Play”

Careful, Eugene!
If you don’t follow the rabbit,
your nose will grow
and your aunt will serve you bitter tea with walnut biscuits.
And not even your mother’s atom heart will save you
if you have followed the rabbit.
If you have followed the rabbit,
tell us a story, Eugene.