Alice In Plunderland

A sextuple of Alices prepare to christen
a new duck ship before their next mission.
On the duck ship's name they just can't agree,
though they've narrowed it down to the final three.
Alice One declares "this is a clusterfuck,
can't we just name it The Plunder Duck?"
Alice Two said "No, that’s just whack.
We should call the ship The Cheshire Quack."
Alice Three chimes in, "Now that's even whacker,
we should name the ship The Mad Quacker."
So just like Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
they argued for hours, then broke for tea.
[Chorus]
Six Alices sailing, each one the queen,
Lucky Fellows together in their duck machine.
Run if you see them, hide if you can.
Beware of Alice in Plunderland.
They set sail for Cloud City at the break of day
and the bickering continued the entire way.
There was only one rabbit to go around
to silence their foes at the start of the round.
Each Alice’s heart was filled with desire
for the cute little critter that they pulled from the briar.
They should take turns, put the debate on the shelf,
but each Alice wanted it just for herself.
They’ll come for your crystals, both purple and blue.
They’ll take all your copper, and blue steel too.
They’ll take out your turret, they’ll jam your radar,
They’ll plunder your warehouse, then sail through the stars.
Six Alices sailing, each one the queen,
Lucky Fellows together in their duck machine.
Run if you see them, hide if you can.
Beware of Alice in Plunderland.
On the field of battle more problems arise.
Who’ll take the front row and risk that they’ll die?
The back row’s protected, if they die, they’ll revive,
and their rage is restored as they accelerate time.
Six Alices sailing, each one the queen,
Lucky Fellows together in their duck machine.
Run if you see them, hide if you can.
Beware of Alice in Plunderland.