Radish the rabbit is hopping as mad as a hatter
Whose hat has been munched by a goat
He’s marching with hares: Lewis, Carol and Alice,
Protesting they don’t have the right, yet, to vote
What bugs them the most — there’s no law against
Roasting their friends or their siblings or children galore
They’ll make, on reflection, one minor exception
Allowing this fate for their mothers-in-law