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Oh, my eye!

My mind may be wandering

But I confess

I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time

He's a cat who has lived

Many lives in succession

He was famous in proverb

And famous in rhyme

A long while before

Queen Victoria's accession

Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives

And more - I am tempted

To say ninety-nine

And his numerous progeny

Prospers and thrives

And the village is proud of him

In his decline

At the sight of that placid

And bland physiognomy

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

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