[Verse1] The lights were low in Gotham's grandest hall, A hush descended, answering the call. For in the library, on velvet plush, A rare Alice was waiting in the hush.
It was a first edition, bound in gold, A precious tale, a marvel to behold. And with that prize in mind, the Mad Hatter came, To play a silly, bookish, stolen game.
[Verse2] With spats and coattails, and a hat so tall, He tiptoed past the patrons, near a wall. He held a teacup, and a mind-control chip, And spoke in rhymes from off his twitchy lip.
"Oh, what a lovely tome!" he softly cackled, "My collection needs it, truly tacked! But one small book is not enough, you see, This whole collection should belong to me!"
[Verse3] Then from the stacks, a streak of purple flew, Batgirl, with intellect and grace and crew. "Hold it right there, Tetch! The book's on loan!" She said, then slipped a gadget from her zone.
"No funny business, you're in the wrong place, This isn't Wonderland, it's a disgrace!" The Hatter scoffed, "A lecture from a bat? My dear, you're late, you've missed the perfect chat!"
[Verse4] And so the chase began, a frenzied flight, Through shelves of history and stories bright. He dove behind a reference, old and thick, She slid across the card catalog, a trick.
He swerved around a startled, sleeping guard, She swung on ropes and landed, playing hard. A towering shelf of classics swayed and groaned, As Tetch cried, "Quick, we're being overseen by Jones!"
[Verse5] Batgirl dodged volumes, leaping to a side, As tomes of fiction tumbled with the tide. A stack of non-fiction, stacked up high, Came crashing down, a most un-library cry.
The Mad Hatter, with a flutter of his cape, Knocked over an aisle of dusty paper, his escape. "This is a library!" a woman screamed, "Stop! My quiet reading is being redeemed!"
[Verse6] The Hatter reached the checkout with a grin, But Batgirl, with a batarang, slipped in. It zipped and whirred, and knocked his cup aside, The mind-control chip, it had to hide!
He lunged for Alice, but Batgirl reached it first, "Checkmate!" she chirped, and Tetch let out a curse. "A tea party, then?" he mumbled with a pout, "But where will I find a proper cup of doubt?"
[Verse7] The police arrived, Batgirl, she stood so tall, The Hatter, meek, was led into the hall. The rare Alice was safe, and tucked away, The library, though, had seen a hectic day.
For in the aisles, with silence now restored, A single paperback had been restored. It was an Alice, yes, but just the sort You'd find in any library report.
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