Cats Page #3

When he sits in the sun

On the vicarage wall

The oldest inhabitant croaks

Well, of all things

Can it be really?

Yes! No! Ho! Hi!

Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering

But I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things

Can it be really?

Yes! No! Ho! Hi!

Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering

But I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things

Can it be really?

Yes! No! Ho! Hi!

Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering

But I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things

Can it be really?

Yes! No! Ho! Hi!

Oh, my eye!

My legs may be tottery

And I must go slow

And be careful

Of Old Deuteronomy

Jellicle Cats meet once a year

On the night we make

The Jellicle Choice

And now that the

Jellicle Leader is here

Jellicle Cats can all rejoice

Of the awe-full battle of the Pekes

And the Pollicles

Together with some account

Of the participation

Of the Pugs and the Poms

And the intervention

Of the Great

Rumpus Cat

The Pekes and the Pollicles

Everyone knows

Are proud and implacable

Passionate foes

It is always the same

Wherever one goes

And the Pugs and the Poms

Are the most people say

That they do not like fighting

Yet once in a way

They now and again

Join into the fray, and they

Bark

Bark

Bark

Bark

Until you can hear them

All over the park

Now, on the occasion

Of which I shall speak

Almost nothing had happened

For nearly a week

(AND THAT'S A LONG TIME

FOR A POL OR A PEKE)

The big Police Dog

Was away from his beat

I don't know the reason

But most people think

He slipped into the

Wellington Arms for a drink

And no one at all

Was about on the street

When a Peke and a Pollicle

Happened to meet

They did not advance

Or exactly retreat

But they glared at each other

And scraped their hind feet

And started to

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark

Until you could hear them

All over the park

And they'd

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark

Until you could hear them

All over the park

Now, the Peke, although people

May say what they please

Is no British dog

But a heathen Chinese

And so all the Pekes

When they heard the uproar

Some came to the window

Some came to the door

There were surely a dozen

More likely a score

And together they started

To grumble and wheeze

In their huffery-snuffery

Heathen Chinese

But a terrible din

Is what Pollicles like

For your Pollicle dog

Is a dour Yorkshire tyke

There are dogs out of every nation

The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane

The Russian, Dutch and Dalmatian

And even from China and Spain

From the Poodle, the Pom

The Alsatian

And the Mastiff

Who walks on a chain

And to those that are frisky

And frolicle

That my meaning be perfectly plain

That my name is Little Tom Pollicle

And you better not do it again

And his braw Scottish cousins

Are snappers and biters

And every dog-jack of them

Notable fighters

And so they stepped out

With their pipers in order

Playin' When the Blue Bonnets

Come Over the Border

Then the Pugs and the Poms

Held no longer aloof

But some from the balcony

Some from the roof

Joined into the din with a

Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark

Until you could hear them

All over the park

Huffery-snuffery, huffery-snuffery

Huffery-snuffery, huffery-snuff

Until you could hear them

All over the park

(WHINING AND HOWLING)

Now!

When these bold heroes

Together assembled

The traffic all stopped

And the Underground trembled

And some of the neighbours

Were so much afraid

That they started to ring up

The fire brigade

When suddenly up

From a small basement flat

Why, who should stalk out

But the Great Rumpus Cat?

His eyes were like fireballs

Fearfully blazing

He gave a great yawn

And his jaws were amazing

And when he looked out

Through the bars of the area

You never saw anything

Fiercer

Or hairier

And what with the glare

Of his eyes and his yawning

The Pekes and the Pollicles

Quickly took warning

He looked to the sky

And he gave a great leap

And they every last one of them

Scattered like sheep

And when the Police Dog

Returned to his beat

There wasn't a single one

Left on the street

( WHEN THE BLUE BONNETS

COME OVER THE BORDER)

All hail and all bow to

The Great Rumpus Cat

Jellicle Cats and dogs all must

Pollicle Dogs and cats all must

Like undertakers, come to dust

(THUNDER ROLLS)

Macavity!

Jellicle Cats come out tonight

Jellicle Cats, come one, come all

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats are black and white

Jellicle Cats are rather small

Jellicle Cats are merry and bright

And pleasant to hear

When we caterwaul

Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces

Jellicle Cats

Have bright black eyes

We like to practise

Our airs and graces

And wait for the Jellicle Moon

to rise

Jellicle Cats develop slowly

Jellicle Cats are not too big

Jellicle Cats are roly-poly

We know how to dance

A gavotte and a jig

Until the Jellicle Moon appears

We make our toilette

And take our repose

Jellicles wash behind their ears

Jellicles dry between their toes

Jellicle Cats are white and black

Jellicle Cats are of moderate size

Jellicles jump like a jumping jack

Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes

We're quiet enough

In the morning hours

We're quiet enough

In the afternoon

Reserving our terpsichorean powers

To dance by the light

Of the Jellicle Moon

Jellicle Cats are black

And white

Jellicle Cats,

As we said, are small

If it happens to be a stormy night

We will practise a caper

Or two in the hall

If it happens the sun

Is shining bright

You would say we had

Nothing to do at all

We are resting and saving

Ourselves to be right

For the Jellicle Moon

And the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats come out tonight

Jellicle Cats, come one, come all

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball

Jellicle Cats come out tonight

Jellicle Cats, come one, come all

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright

Jellicles come

To the Jellicle Ball...

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

You see the border of her coat

Is torn and stained with sand

And you see

The corner of her eye

Twist like a crooked pin

Midnight

Not a sound from the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight

The withered leaves

Collect at my feet

And the wind

Begins to moan

Every street lamp

Seems to beat

A fatalistic warning

Someone mutters

And the street lamp gutters

And soon it will be morning

Memory

All alone in the moonlight

I can smile at the old days

I was beautiful then

I remember the time I knew

What happiness was

Let the memory

Live again

The moments of happiness

We had the experience

But missed the meaning

And approach to the meaning

Restores the experience

In a different form

Beyond any meaning

We can assign to happiness

The past experience

Revived in the meaning

Is not the experience

Of one life only

But of many generations

Not forgetting

Something that is

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