Cats Page #3

Is a curious beast

My disobliging ways

Are a matter of habit

Now if you offer me fish

Then I always want a feast

And if there isn't any fish

Then I won't eat rabbit

If you offer me cream

Then I sniff and sneer

For I only like

What I find for myself... No

So you catch me in it up to my ears

And put it on the larder shelf

The Rum Tum Tugger

Is artful and knowing

The Rum Tum Tugger

Doesn't care for a cuddle

So I'll on up into your sewing

Cos there's nothing

I enjoy like a horrible muddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

The Rum Tum Tugger

Doesn't care for a cuddle

The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat

And there isn't any need

For me to spout it

For he will do as he do do

And there's no

Doing anything

About...

(MIAOWING)

About...

(MIAOWING)

About...

(SCREAMING)

About it

Remark the cat

Who hesitates towards you

In the light of the dawn

Which opens on her

Like a grin

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

She haunted many a low resort

Near the grimy road

Of Tottenham Court

She flitted about the no man's land

From The Rising Sun

To The Friend at Hand

And the postman sighed

As he scratched his head

You'd really have thought

She'd ought to be dead

And who would ever suppose

That that

Was Grizabella

The Glamour Cat?

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Grizabella the Glamour Cat

Who would have ever supposed

That that

Was Grizabella

The Glamour Cat?

Bustopher Jones

Is not skin and bones

In fact, he's remarkably fat

He doesn't haunt pubs

He has eight or nine clubs

For he's the St James's Street Cat

He's the cat we all greet

As he walks down the street

In his coat of fastidious black

No commonplace mousers

Have such well-cut trousers

Or such an impeccable back

In the whole of St James's

The smartest of names is

The name of this Brummell of cats

And we're all of us proud

To be nodded or bowed to

By Bustopher Jones in white spats

In the whole of St James's

The smartest of names is

The name of this Brummell of cats

And we're all of us proud

To be nodded or bowed to

By Bustopher Jones

In white spats

My visits are occasional

To the Senior Educational

And it is against the rules

For any one cat

To belong both to that

And the Joint Superior Schools

For a similar reason

When game is in season

I'm found not at Fox's, but Blimp's

I am frequently seen

At the gay Stage and Screen

Which is famous

For winkles and shrimps

In the season of venison

I give my ben'son

To the Pothunter's succulent bones

And just before noon's

Not a moment too soon

To drop in for a drink

At the Drones

When I'm seen in a hurry

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