Pour our un-birthday tea
A cup for you and a cup for me
Crumpets passed in this hat
How can we be mad; at that?

Once upon a party table
we found the way to celebrate
Every day we were able
with very little on our plate

Our friends like misfit beggars
brought out our best intents
Happy as undiscovered bootleggers
each night in bliss we spent

Our curtains held the stars
The carpet kept us warm
The wind wrapped us in its ever arms
where this mad-hatter love was born