Much like a cat, I'm tricky and sly,
What a sight to see, my oh my.
My nine lives hold true, for all to see,
I've died two times, yet look at me.
Here before, standing tall and true,
Cross me once, that day you shall rue.
I can pick myself up a countless number of times,
And keep fighting back, your back I shall find.
Find with my knife, so you really shouldn't test it,
Or you may die, your body in a deep pit.
The Cheshire cat smile I have perfected,
His sneaky acts, yet I have corrected.
Corrected them yes, made them my own,
So whats yours is mine, just out on a loan.