One Pill*

From the Jefferson Airplane classic



One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell them a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chess board
Get up and tell you where to go
And you just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

This one makes you happy
And this one makes you sad
And those two try to help you
Do nothing they call bad

The green ones make adjust
So you feel nothing out of line
The yellow ones make you sleep
The red ones keep dreams away

Little white pills
To drive away bad thought
Except when they make them worse
And there attempt comes to naught

Maybe that orange one, or blue
Or why not let me have them all
They may not actually help
But at least then I wouldn't feel at all

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "Off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head


G- February 2009