So, he followed the rabbit, who said, "We can't stop."
And the little high heels were going clip clop.
And his little pink dress was swirling around,
And his little high heels, clip clopped on the ground.

Now they came to a door, with a garden within,
And the rabbit turned round and gave him a grin.
"Ok, we are early, we still have a while,
So, straighten your stockings and please try to smile."

"And smooth down your dress, you look like a tart.
The Red Queen likes girls who are terribly smart."
So he smoothed down his dress, just as was told,
But now he was feeling a little bit bold.

"Tell me, white rabbit", he said with a smile,
"I have been Alice, now for a while.
What made it happen, how did it transpire?"
And the rabbit replied ,"It's your secret desire."

Just then the Red Queen came down the path,
Shouting and yelling, displaying her wrath.
And everyone near fell flat on their face,
And the Red Queen yelled out, "It's a perfect disgrace."

And then she saw Alex, who was still standing up,
And she said,"Come here, you cheeky young pup."
"Why don't you curtsey, and why don't you bow?"
And Alex replied, "Well I don't know how."

And the Red Queen replied, "You must come with me,
You need some training, that I can see.
I'll show you how to make your skirts whirl,
I'll show you how you can be a girl."

And so she took Alex and showed him the ropes,
And all of the time she was building his hopes.
As the lessons progressed and he spent time en femme,
He found he developed a wonderful calm.

He found he was hoping this time he would spend,
Would go on forever and never would end.
But the Red Queen came in and said, "My sweet pearl,
I've done all I can, you now are a girl."

And suddenly everything faded away,
And what had been night slowly turned into day.
And Alex awoke in his very own bed,
And suddenly had this feeling of dread.

He looked all around at his very own room,
All the while feeling a feeling of gloom.
But there at the wardrobe, the door was ajar,
But he couldn't quite see, for it was too far,

So he got out of bed and he opened the door,
And what did he see, from the roof to the floor.
The wardrobe was full of magnificent clothes,
Dresses and slips and blouses and hose,

Everything there a young girl could desire,
Everything there to set young hearts afire.
He suddenly knew there was no need for fears,
His beautiful ringlets came down past his ears,

As he stood in his nighty, he then heard a call,
His own mother's voice coming in from the hall.
"Come, come, you'll be late", her voice cried in fear,      
               
Your breakfast is ready, Alice, my dear."

Janey Lang
September 1,1996.