Yukimura-Yumiko

Mad As A Hatter I pull my hat low upon my brow My hands trembling, convulsing now I wipe the drool from off my chin And try to walk upright again I stumble, screaming out a horrific sound I have fallen once more to the ground I cannot stop the shrieking How many biscuits are there today? A COPPER A WATCHMAN! No, no n-n-n-n-no sir, I-I-I-I Hattah Hattah Hattah Haigha STOP IT! It comes from within yet I know not where I crawl now with frightful despair I only wish to return home Saved from the tempers which are my own And here they come their coat of white I have no voice to tell my plight And yet I laugh and mumble so Ten o