Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

you fell down a rabbit hole and didn’t mean to

but is there really a need to get your guards up

after all, I’m just a girl; what could I possibly do?

no need to lose your head in a game of hearts

your vigilance looks flattering around my waist

your naïveté is cute, you’re not from these parts.

you have heard I can’t just let things be

roses are meant to be red so off with their heads

but darling, who’s afraid of little old me?