No room! No room! No room!
Said the Mad Hatter.
His brain had turned to batter
From eating tuna fish or swordfish
Or some such matter.
Something he et, to be sure.
Chorus:
Don't bring another baby in.
The Duchess will feed it pepper,
Or it might turn into a pig
Because it knows no better.
No room! No room! No room!
No room at the table.
Adding another Alice
Might make one too many,
And the tea pot empty,
Not enough crumpets to go round.
(Chorus)
No room! No room! No room!
Holy is the foetus.
But babies once born are simply human,
And if they die in the streets of Calcutta,
No one will notice but their ma,
And ain't that just like a woman.