A/N: ok just love that song
Unbirthdays, to my surprise filled the air with a gleeish pride
There sat Hatter, with cumbersome sigh as laughter filled the sky
Though he sipped his tea, a dark past came over thee
Screams and cries, as the Jabberwocky flies high
A dark cloud came over the Hatter, as his friends cheered with laughter.
Soon they would see the man under that dear
old hat, a creature so dark they would often ask,
"What the matter Hatter?"
Overcome with guilt and pride, what could be inside?
Behind the colors, glitz, and frills, something like a disappointing eye
There the Hatter sat pushing down his past, and hid it all by tea and cake.
