All in the golden afternoon! Full leisurely, we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To bet a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict “to begin it”: In gentler tones Secunda hopes “There will be nonsense in it!” While Tertia interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fan ye dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, “The rest next time—” “It is next time!” The happy voices cry. And thus grew the tale of Wonderland! Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out— And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew Beneath the setting sun! Alice! A childish story take, And, with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined! In Memory's mystic hand, Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers Pluck’d in a far-off land! Down the Rabbit-Hole we go!

Sometimes it feels like I'm a little bit sillier every time I put this makeup on. Or maybe crazier? What is crazy anyway? Am I crazy or just silly? Who am I talking to? Ever wonder if people see the words I'm sayin' out loud? What if I can say anything? Like hapabalooza! Puss Boiled Zingers!

Welcome to the Dream Circus! Where silly and crazy come together like peanut butter and chocolate! Like pineapple with pizza! Like that voice inside your head that's screaming why haven't you woken up yet?! WAKE UP! SHOW'S STARTING YOU DUMMY!