“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar inquisitively.
Alice replied shyly, “I – I hardly know Sir, just at present – at least I know who I was when I got up to Pilton this morning, but I think I must have been changed many times since then.”
“How ridiculous!” said the Caterpillar. “We are all of us changing all of the time and you, little girl, fell down the Rabbit Hole into Glastonbury ten WHOLE years ago!”
“Did I? – I am very sorry, I can’t remember things as I used to, Sir” said Alice.
“Can’t remember what things?” said the Caterpillar.
“Well, I’ve tried to find my way back to the White Rabbit’s hole and all the wondrous bands, DJs and cocktail potions that are found there, and I can’t for the life of me remember where it is”
“Repeat ‘The Rhyme of the Rabbit Hole,’” said the Caterpillar through a cloud of purple smoke.
Alice folded her hands, and began…
“To make your way to Wonderland
Take a carrot by the hand
By day or dark find the Park
then unleash your inner Snark.
The Hatter, you must understand,
will want you wearing nothing bland.
The Rabbit is the captain here
so hop along and have no fear…”