Pitter and Patter,
knew not what was the matter,
when the Mad Hatter
was heard screaming
and finally quieted when he sit her.
His daughter was plain as the nose on your face,
and both Pitter and Patter, often in their own haste,
would quickly sketch her face on paper in a quick race,
to capture her look,
like a well-remembered book.
But Pitter and Patter shrugged their shoulders and sighed,
knowing the truth of what was happening would be denied,
and so, they turned deaf ears away from the fiasco,
turning their attention to a somber Chacko,
whom only they knew, did love the Mad Hatter's girl.
Thus, they consoled him in his time of pain.
Then came the rain,
followed by a nearby roaring train.
It was all too much for any one brain,
that was when Pitter and Patter,
discarded the entire matter.
it was just too much neighborly cloak-and-dagger.