I wish they’d put this cat in every tree
To guide me through my private wonderland
It seems he likes to be and not to be
He tells me things I ought to understand
Like when I ask the cat which way to go
He tells me that it matters not at all
I’ll surely get to somewhere. Now I know
I’d like to make it to my curtain call
They’re mad both to the east and to the west
Poor players strut and fret upon this stage
I guess I like their sound and fury best
But most of all, I like this cat; he’s sage
They tell me he’s a Cheshire cat; that’s fine
I only wish this Cheshire cat was mine!