Alice got kind of wild.

Alice danced Eastward

So it was weird

But she danced right over the gold

Her magic blue shoes twinkled

From the bright lamps

That were sort of bright

She seemed enthralled with nothin

But it was time to go East

And this seemed easy as pie

She wondered hard

At what she might find

Maybe the stranger would show

His less wicked face

I mean face

She really wanted him

To play his violin!