The Hatter’s Reason

What a relief that so little matters,
Next to nothing, it seems.
It takes all the weight off this chitter chatter
And its screamingly unseemly schemes.
So I say I’ll hear out the Hatter
So long as he stays mad.
For maybe he’s found a way through the clatter
By way of his poppish pitter and patter,
Might be he found a mad way to shatter
The things he thinks to be madder.