The pitter patter Madhatter.

Twiddle de Dee, Twiddle de Dum,
Dum, Dee, Dum, Dee,
Our propeller goes round the clock, Weeee
Clockways, clockwards, up, down, and all around, Seee

Upways, downways, sideways, yonderways,
Smoke rings blowing all the whichways
Perched upon a mushroom plume
A curious bug of curiosity's tongue, none the less
Reciting curiosities from the temporal nest

Maybe I'm a lil-..CLEAN CUP MOVE DOWN MOVE DOWN
Maybe I'm a little putz,
That futz, but you'll love my nuts
Uhh, I don't mean, the way it sounded,
Uhm,, back to the rhythm :O

Flippity flop flop, i think the rabbit blows...
My Spinning top, on top my hat goes,,,
Like my cane, swinging clockwhys...wait
Why is the clock always asking why,
Anyways, many ways, it asks so many things...
Insane? maybe or sanely crazy baby... :)