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Macavity's
a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy
the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the
Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's
not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like
Macavity,
He's 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--Macavity's
not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may
look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again,
Macavity's not there!
Macavity's a ginger cat, he's 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 he's half asleep, he's
always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like
Macavity,
For he's 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 crime's discovered, then
Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable. (They say he
cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file
of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the
jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another
Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the
trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing!
Macavity's not there!
And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's
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 it's useless of investigate--Macavity's
not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the
Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a
mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or
a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long
division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there's 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
WASN'T 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!
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