Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Who am I? Well, I'm not a
silly
pair of Tweedles who get all bent out of shape and tied up in knots if you don't know the proper way to say hello! And I'm certainly not a bunch of snooty flower girls who act like they're better than everybody else and whose only ambition in life is to look pretty. And I'm not some party animal Mad Hatter who likes to cheat at games and break other people’s things just because he thinks it's funny. I’m also not a crazy white rabbit who never has time to visit and play and get to know me, when all I wanted to do was be his friend. And I’m absolutely, positively, categorically, NOT a big old nasty Queen of Hearts who bosses people around. QUIET! I’ll tell you who I am. I’m Alice
