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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