"We're all mad here," he says with a grin
That is so big and wide it rivals that of ten men.
He's not good, he's not bad, he's just there.
Blissfully lying in a tree without much of a care.
Is he always happy? Could he possibly be upset?
He's at least the most calm of the creatures Alice has met.
The animals wear clothes and the fish can walk,
And if that's not weird enough, everything seems to talk.
So, in comparison, the idea he smiles isn't so queer,
But it's very fascinating how he can simply disappear.
It's not the tyrant, the hare, or the man wearing a hat.
Who is this special, mad version of a cat?