Some pills make you larger, and some pills make you small And the ones that mother gives you don't do anything to Though I've ever read just ten feet tall And if you go chasing the feeling, and you know you're going to fall Ten more hookah smoking caterpillar has given me the cold Cold and empty, when she was just small When the man on the chessboard gets up and tells you where to go And you just have some kind of mushroom, and your mind is running low Go ask Alice, I think she'll know When the logic and proportion has fallen so I'll be dead And the white line is talking backwards, and the red rings overhead Remember what the dog has said, read your head Lord save little children, they abide The wind blows and the rain is cold, yet they abide