Macavity - The Mystery Cat by T S Eliot (1888-1965) Macavitys a Mystery Cat: hes called the Hidden Paw-- For hes the master criminal who can defy the Law. Hes the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squads despair: For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavitys not there! Macavity, Macavity, theres no on like Macavity, Hes broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavitys not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air-- But I tell you once and once again, Macavitys not there! Macavitys a ginger cat, hes very tall and thin; You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed; His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think hes half asleep, hes always wide awake. Macavity, Macavity, theres no one like Macavity, For hes a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square-- But when a crimes discovered, then Macavitys not there! Hes outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.) And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yards. And when the larders looted, or the jewel-case is rifled, Or when the milk is missing, or another Pekes been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair-- Ay, theres the wonder of the thing! Macavitys not there! And when the Foreign Office finds a Treatys gone astray, Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way, There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair-- But its useless of investigate--Macavitys not there! And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say: It must have been Macavity!--but hes a mile away. Youll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs, Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums. Macavity, Macavity, theres no one like Macacity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare: And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASNT THERE! And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone) Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime! Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T.S. Eliot (read by Tom OBedlam) youtube/watch?v=QWUmqtDq6F0
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 20:27:49 +0000
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