The Cheshire Cat
Disappear and reappear,
But never on command,
You show two directions,
But never force their hand,
Your head is not securely on,
But you know what to say,
We're all mad here,
So pick a path or go this way.
Sell me a hat
Or a picket fence.
Tell me about the roses,
I'll prove I'm not dense.
I don't know who I am
But I know who I'm not
And here down under
Nothing is as I first thought.