As a tea party this contest would be wilder than the Mad Hatter and as a way of doing politics it has become entirely self-destructive.

Time is drowning,
Hearts are burning,
Heads are rolling,
Nothing can save you now,
Tick tock, tick tock;

Creatures talking,
Weak are rising,
White Queen’s nearing,
Nothing can save you now,
Tick tock, tick tock;

Cards are bleeding,
Crowns are sweating,
Tea is spilling,
Nothing can save you now,
Tick tock, tick tock;

Red Queen, here’s your warning,
Wonderland’s raging,
Alice is coming,
Highness, time is drowning,
And nothing can save you now,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

Fortune-teller tea. Give it a sip!"
The liquid was pink and smelled of strawberries, but when Maddie drank it, the flavor was deep and a little bitter, followed by a sudden burst of sweetness.
Her father returned. "Well?" he asked.
"It started out as black licorice and then melted into butterscotch," she said.
"Oh, my girl, the tea is telling you that this is the year to keep your ear to the ground and listen for surprises. Change is coming!"
Maddie's stomach was full of thoughts and her head full of butterflies. She checked her watch again.
She couldn't wait for it all to begin.

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.

I won't quit, says lame duck Tony

Even if the identities of the others in the morgue were made public, there is no possibility of us knowing how they died.