ALice left wonderland just yesterdaynI know it was her 'cause I saw her todaynShe looked like the pictures in books that I sawnAll around my grandmother's floornnSkin's like the china, the colour of peachnHigh on the shelf where I couldn't reachnWhich rung like the bells that hung in the hallnAll around my grandmother's floornnFaded brown folders of children with dogsnVictoria's funeral and woodsmen on logsnThe bold wax mustaches on soldiers so tallnAll around my grandmother's floornnI remember the puzzles of countries and kingsnConstable landscapes and marvelous thingsnSights of the worlds and knights off to warnAll around my grandmother's floornnShe still wears the dress bordered with lacenWonderland wonderland, looking glass facenJust like the pictures in books that I sawnAll around my grandmother's floornAll around my grandmother's floor