Blue moom, you saw me standing aloom
Without a bloom in my cart, without a room of my own.

Blue moom, your new and now never after
Will come a rat on a rafter
Just like the Mad Hatter's laughter

Then suddomly I gloomed before me
The bonely one I knew to be my own
I whiskered Please absolve me
And when I loomed the bloom had turned to mold

Blue moom, now I'm no longer a loon
Without the gander I fancied
To put a song in my heart.