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Lyrics by : Modern Bard

Lyrics and Music: © 2025 Modern Bard

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They call me the Cat, got a grin and a stare,

This Hat of the world? More than I can bear.

The deadlines all blur, like the stripes on a Sneetch,

Wish I could vanish, beyond their harsh speech.

The Lorax he knocked, with a moss-covered fist,

Said the noise from my room made his Truffula twist.

This Hat of a world, it just pushes and shoves!

Need a small Whoville home, built on soft, quiet gloves.

Like the Cat in the Hat, I just showed up one day,

This world is my mess, in its own peculiar way.

But the rules make no sense, they just twist and they bind,

And a safe little Whoville is all on my mind.

My therapist asks, "Are you taking your pills?"

The questions they echo, give me the chills.

They tell me be steady, keep both feet on the ground...

But the ground keeps on shaking, no solid sound!

The colors get sharp, like a Thneed on the floor,

Is this panic for real, or just wanting much more?

This Hat keeps on tilting, I'm losing my hold,

And Whoville's a story that's never been told... to me.

So the Hat stays clamped on, through the shouts and the fears,

Through the Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz of these onrushing years.

Will the Cat find his Whos? In this Hat will he cease?

Just the fast-spinning world... and no peace.