We were walking along, my uncle and me.
and wouldn't you know it, we found these magnificent tree's.
We sat down asunder, and started to blumber.
Weaving webs of uncommon splendor with ease.
Just believe me uncle, I say with a chuckle.
tomorrow its going to freeze.
I sneeze.
I am sorry my nephew, I should tell you bless you.
I guess it just got lost in the breeze.
oh, please.
We wiggle and giggle, or maybe giggle then wiggle.
Holding our sides with glee.
The stories don't matter.
Its all just chatter.
Its time, even if he is the Mad Hatter.
that means so much to me.