oh, alice

you've done me horribly wrong
slipping up with a camera
and a flash in the middle of my fade
yes, yes, the smile is already
out of focus and the whiskers
all my lovely, lengthy whiskers
out of sight, out of mind

you still don't know your way
because you don't know where you're going
and that is bad enough, but this
disruption of my disappearing act
is just intolerable

know this, little alice
smiles and whiskers,
eyes and lashes notwithstanding
i've got your scent more accurately
than any howling bloodhound
run along as far and fast as you will
you simply can't outrun
the cheshire nose