No Room

No room! No room! No room!
Said the Mad Hatter
His brain had turned to batter
From eating tuna fish or swordfish
Or some such matter
Something he et, to be sure

Don't bring another baby in
The Duchess will feed it pepper
Or it might turn into a pig
Because it knows no better

No room! No room! No room!
No room at the table
Adding another Alice
Might make one too many
And the tea pot empty
Not enough crumpets to go round

Don't bring another baby in
The Duchess will feed it pepper
Or it might turn into a pig
Because it knows no better

No room! No room! No room!
Holy is the foеtus
But babies once born are simply human
And if thеy die in the streets of Calcutta
No one will notice but their ma
And ain't that just like a woman

Don't bring another baby in
The Duchess will feed it pepper
Or it might turn into a pig
Because it knows no better