The Mad Hatter

I am the jester who lost his jingle. 
The bells rang so much, my ears began to tingle. 
\Amidst the clutter and the clatter, 
Along with the noise and the haste, 
The mad artist scurried along to find the paste. 
\The Mad Hatter's girlfriend became 
Vehemently bitter, 
Because during the frightful rush 
He basically forgot her. 
\Then finally - before sleep time 
With the flood gates ajar 
Her memory jolted way back from afar 
\Fantasy Island had finally rung true. 
But for whom does the bell toll; is it me or is it you?