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<!-- NL2BR true //-->The Moments of Happiness <br /> <br /><i>The moments of happiness . . . <br />We had the experience but missed the meaning <br />And approach to the meaning restores the experience <br />In a different form, beyond any meaning <br />We can assign to happiness . . . <br /> <br /> <br />The past experience revived in the meaning <br />Is not the experience of one life only <br />But of many generations - not forgetting <br />Something that is probably quite ineffable <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight <br />Let your memory lead you <br />Open up, enter in <br />If you find there the meaning of what happiness is <br />Then a new life will begin <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Moonlight, turn your face to the moonlight <br />Let your memory lead you <br />Open up, enter in <br />If you find there the meaning of what happiness is <br />Then a new life will begin</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Gus: The Theatre Cat <br /> <br /><i>Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door <br />His name as I ought to have told you before <br />Is really Asparagus, but that's such a fuss <br />To pronounce that we usually call him <br />Just Gus <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />His coat's very shabby <br />He's thin as a rake <br />And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake <br />Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats <br />But no longer a terror to mice or to rats <br />For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime <br />Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time <br />And whenever he joins his friends at their club <br />(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub) <br />He loves to regale them if someone else pays <br />With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days <br />For he once was a star of the highest degree <br />He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree <br />And he likes to relate his success on the halls <br />Where the gallery once gave him seven catcalls <br />But his grandest creation as he loves to tell <br />Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"I have played, in my time, every possible part <br />And I used to know seventy speeches by heart <br />I'd extemporize backchat <br />I knew how to gag <br />And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag <br />I knew how to act with my back and my tail <br />With an hour of rehearsal <br />I never could fail <br />I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts <br />Whether I took the lead or in character parts <br /> <br /> <br />I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell <br />When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell <br />In the pantomime season I never fell flat <br />And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat <br />But my grandest creation <br />As history will tell <br />Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell" <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin <br />He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne <br />At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat <br />When some actor suggested the need for a cat <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"And I say now these kittens <br />They do not get trained <br />As we did in the days when Victoria reigned <br />They never get drilled in a regular troupe <br />And they think they are smart <br />Just to jump through a hoop" <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And he says as he scratches himself with his claws <br />"Well, the theatre is certainly not what it was <br />These modern productions are all very well <br />But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell <br />That moment of mystery when I made history <br />As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell" <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire <br />To rescue a child when a house was on fire <br />And I think that I still can much better than most <br />Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the ghost <br />And I once played Growltiger <br />Could do it again <br />Could do it again <br />Could do it again . . ." <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Growltiger's Last Stand <br />including The Ballad of Billy M'Caw <br /> <br />Growltiger was a Bravo Cat who travelled on a barge <br />In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large <br />From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims <br />Rejoicing in his title of The Terror of the Thames <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />His manners and appearance did not calculate to please <br />His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees <br />One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why <br />And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame <br />At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name <br />They would fortify the henhouse, lock up the silly goose <br />When the rumour ran along the shore: Growltiger's on the loose! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Woe to the weak canary that fluttered from its cage <br />Woe to the pampered Pekinese that faced Growltiger's rage <br />Woe to the bristly bandicoot that lurked on foreign ships <br />And woe to any cat with whom Growltiger came to grips! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But most to cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed <br />To cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed <br />The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear <br />Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Now on a peaceful summer night all nature seemed at play <br />The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molsey lay <br />All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide <br />And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Growltiger's bucko mate Grumbskin long since had disappered <br />For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard <br />And his bosun Tumblebrutus, he too had stolen away <br />In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone <br />Concentrating his attention on the lady Griddlebone <br />And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks <br />As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone <br />And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone <br />Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise <br />But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And closer still and closer the sampans circled round <br />And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound <br />The foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives <br />And the lovers sang their last duet in danger of their lives <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Oh, how well I remember the Old Bull and Bush <br />Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night <br />Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush <br />For the boss, Mr. Clark, he was very polite <br /> <br /> <br />A very nice house, from basement to garret <br />A very nice house. Ah, but it was the parret <br />The parret, the parret named Billy M'Caw <br />That brought all those folk to the bar <br />Ah, he was the life of the bar! <br />Of a Saturday night, we was all feeling bright <br />And Lily La Rose - the barmaid that was <br /> <br /> <br />She'd say, "Billy, Billy M'Caw! <br />Come give us, come give us a dance on the bar!" <br />And Billy would dance on the bar <br />And Billy would dance on the bar <br />And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear <br />And emotion would make us all order more beer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her head <br />She wouldn't have nothing, no, not that much said <br />If it come to an argument or a dispute <br />She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot <br /> <br /> <br />Or as likely as not put a fist through your eye <br />But when we was happy, and just a bit dry <br />Or when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad <br />She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she had <br /> <br /> <br />And say "Billy, Billy M'Caw! <br />Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!" <br />And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute <br />And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute <br />And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear <br />And emotion would make us all order more beer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"Billy, Billy M'Caw! <br />Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!" <br />And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar <br />And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar <br />And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear <br />And emotion would make us all order more beer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Billy, Billy M'Caw! <br />Come give us a tune on your moley guitar! <br />Ah! He was the life of the bar. <br /> <br /> <br />Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde <br />With a frightful burst of fireworks, the Chinks they swarmed aboard <br /> <br />Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered <br />I am sorry to admit it <br />But she quickly disappeared <br />She probably escaped with ease <br />I'm sure she was not drowned <br />But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The ruthless foe pressed forward in stubborn rank on rank <br />Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank <br />He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop <br />At the end of all his crimes was forced to go kerflip kerflop <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land <br />At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the Strand <br />Rats were roasted whole at Brentford and Victoria Dock <br />And a day of celebrations was commanded in Bangkok <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"These modern productions are all very well <br />But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell <br />That moment of mystery when I made history . . ."</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat <br /> <br /><i>Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat, the Cat of the Railway Train <br />There's a whisper down the line at eleven thirty-nine <br />When the Night Mail's ready to depart <br />Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble? <br />Has he gone to hunt the thimble? <br />We must find him or the train can't start" <br /> <br /> <br />All the guards and all the porters <br />And the station master's daughters <br />Would be searching high and low <br />Saying "Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble <br />Then the night mail just can't go." <br /> <br /> <br />At eleven forty-two with the signal overdue <br />And the passengers all frantic to a man <br />That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear <br />I'd been busy in the luggage van! <br /> <br /> <br />Then he gave one flash of his glass-green eyes <br />And the signal went "All Clear!" <br />They'd be off at last to the northern part of the Northern Hemisphere! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat <br />The Cat of the Railway Train <br />You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge <br />Of the Sleeping Car Express <br />From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards <br />I would supervise them all more or less <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces <br />Of the travellers in the first and the third <br />He established control by a regular patrol <br />And he'd know at once if anything occurred <br /> <br /> <br />He would watch you without winking and he saw what you were thinking <br />And it's certain that he didn't approve <br />Of hilarity and riot so that folk were very quiet <br />When Skimble was about and on the move <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />You could play no pranks with Skimbleshanks! <br />He's a cat that couldn't be ignored <br />So nothing went wrong on the Northern Mail <br />When Skimbleshanks was aboard <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It was very pleasant when they'd found their little den <br />With their name written up on the door <br />And the berth was very neat with a newly folded sheet <br />And not a speck of dust upon the floor <br /> <br /> <br />There was every sort of light <br />You could make it dark or bright <br />And a button you could turn to make a breeze <br />And a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in <br />And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Then the guard looked in politely and would ask you very brightly, <br />"Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?" <br />But I was just behind him and was ready to remind him <br />For Skimble won't let anything go wrong <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />When they crept into their cosy berth and pulled up the counterpane <br />They all could reflect that it was very nice <br />To know that they wouldn't be bothered by mice <br />They can leave all that to the Railway Cat <br />The Cat of the Railway Train <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat <br />The Cat of the Railway Train <br />In the watches of the night I was always fresh and bright <br />Every now and then I'd have a cup of tea <br />With perhaps a drop of scotch while I was keeping on the watch <br />Only stopping here and there to catch a flea <br /> <br /> <br />They were fast asleep at Crewe and so they never knew <br />That I was walking up and down the station <br />They were sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle <br />Where I met the station master with elation <br /> <br /> <br />They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police <br />If there was anything they ought to know about <br /> <br />When they got to Gallowgate there they did not have to wait <br />For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out! <br /> <br /> <br />And he gives a wave of his long brown tail <br />Which says "I'll see you again! <br />You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail <br />The Cat of the Railway Train!"</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity: The Mystery Cat <br /> <br /><i>Macavity! Macavity's a mystery cat <br />He's called the Hidden Paw <br />For he's a master criminal who can defy the law <br />He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard <br />The Flying Squad's despair <br />For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity <br />He's broken every human law <br />He breaks the law of gravity <br />His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare <br />And when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! <br /> <br /> <br />You may seek him in the basement <br />You may look up in the air <br />But I tell you once and once again <br />Macavity's not there! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity's a ginger cat <br />He's very tall and thin <br />You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunken in <br />His brow is deeply lined in thought <br />His head is highly domed <br />His coat is dusty from neglect <br />His whiskers are uncombed <br />He sways his head from side to side <br />With movements like a snake <br />And when you think he's half asleep <br />He's always wide awake! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity <br />For he's a fiend in feline shape <br />A monster of depravity <br />You may meet him in a by-street <br />You may see him in the square <br />But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />He's outwardly respectable <br />I know he cheats at cards <br />And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's <br /> <br /> <br />And when the larder's looted <br />Or the jewel cases rifled <br />Or when the milk is missing <br />Or another Peke's been stifled <br />Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair <br />There's the wonder of the thing: <br />Macavity's not there! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity <br />There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity <br />He always has an alibi and one or two to spare <br />Whatever time the deed took place, Macavity wasn't there! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known <br />(I might mention Mungojerrie, Rumpelteazer, Griddlebone) <br />Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time <br />Just controls the operations <br />The Napoleon of Crime! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity <br />He's a fiend in feline shape <br />A monster of depravity <br />You may meet him in a by-street <br />You may see him in the square <br />But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Mr. Mistoffelees <br /> <br /><i>You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees <br />The original Conjuring Cat <br />The greatest magicians have something to learn <br />From Mr. Mistoffelees's conjuring turn <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Presto! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And you'll all say: <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />He is quiet and small <br />He is black <br />From the ears to the tip of his tail <br />He can creep through the tiniest crack <br />He can walk on the narrowest rail <br /> <br /> <br />He can pick any card from a pack <br />He is equally cunning with dice <br />He is always decieving you into believing <br />That he's only hunting for mice <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />He can play any trick with a cork <br />Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste <br />If you look for a knife or a fork <br />And you think it was merely misplaced <br /> <br /> <br />You have seen it one moment, and then it is gone! <br />But you find it next week lying out on the lawn! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And we all say: <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />His manner is vague and aloof <br />You would think there was nobody shyer <br />But his voice has been heard on the roof <br />When he was curled up by the fire <br /> <br /> <br />And he's sometimes been heard by the fire <br />When he was about on the roof <br />(At least we all heard that somebody purred) <br />Which is uncontestable proof <br /> <br /> <br />Of his singular magical powers <br />And I've known the family to call <br />Him in from the garden for hours <br />When he was asleep in the hall <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And not long ago this phenomenal cat <br />Produced seven kittens right out of a hat! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And we all say: <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br />Oh! Well I never! Was there ever <br />A cat so clever as magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Ladies and gentlemen <br />I give you the marvelous <br />Magical Mr. Mistoffelees! <br /> <br /> <br />Presto! </i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Memory <br /> <br /><i>Daylight <br />See the dew on the sunflower <br />And a rose that is fading <br />Roses whither away <br />Like the sunflower <br />I yearn to turn my face to the dawn <br />I am waiting for the day . . . <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Midnight <br />Not a sound from the pavement <br />Has the moon lost her memory? <br />She is smiling alone <br />In the lamplight <br />The withered leaves collect at my feet <br />And the wind begins to moan <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Memory <br />All alone in the moonlight <br />I can smile at the old days <br />I was beautiful then <br />I remember the time I knew what happiness was <br />Let the memory live again <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Every streetlamp <br />Seems to beat a fatalistic warning <br />Someone mutters <br />And the streetlamp gutters <br />And soon it will be morning <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Daylight <br />I must wait for the sunrise <br />I must think of a new life <br />And I musn't give in <br />When the dawn comes <br />Tonight will be a memory too <br />And a new day will begin <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Burnt out ends of smoky days <br />The stale cold smell of morning <br />The streetlamp dies, another night is over <br />Another day is dawning <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Touch me <br />It's so easy to leave me <br />All alone with the memory <br />Of my days in the sun <br />If you touch me <br />You'll understand what happiness is <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Look <br />A new day has begun</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The Journey to the Heaviside Layer <br /> <br /><i>Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel <br />Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer <br /> <br />Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel <br />Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer <br /> <br />Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel <br />Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer <br /> <br />Up, up, up, past the Russell Hotel <br />Up, up, up, up, to the Heaviside Layer</i> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The Ad-dressing of Cats <br /> <br /><i>You've heard of several kinds of cat <br />And my opinion now is that <br />You should need no interpreter <br />To understand our character <br /> <br /> <br />You've learned enough to take the view <br />That cats are very much like you <br />You've seen us both at work and games <br />And learnt about our proper names <br />Our habits and our habitat <br />But how would you ad-dress a cat? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />So first, your memory I'll jog <br />And say: A cat is not a dog <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Now dogs pretend they like to fight <br />They often bark, more seldom bite <br />But yet a dog is, on the whole <br />What you would call a simple soul <br /> <br /> <br />The usual dog about the town <br />Is much inclined to play the clown <br />And far from showing too much pride <br />Is frequently undignified <br />He's such an easygoing lout <br />He'll answer any hail or shout <br /> <br />The usual dog about the town <br />Is inclined to play the clown <br /> <br /> <br />Again I must remind you that <br />A dog's a dog, a cat's a cat <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />With cats, some say one rule is true <br />Don't speak 'til you are spoken to <br />Myself I do not hold with that <br />I say you should ad-dress a cat <br />But always bear in mind that he <br />Resents familiarity <br /> <br /> <br />You bow, and taking off your hat <br />Ad-dress him in this form: "O' cat!" <br /> <br />Before a cat will condescend <br />To treat you as a trusted friend <br />Some little token of esteem <br />Is needed, like a dish of cream <br /> <br /> <br />And you might now and then supply <br />Some caviar, or Strassburg pie <br />Some potted grouse or salmon paste <br />He's sure to have his personal taste <br />And so in time you reach your aim <br />And call him by his name <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />So this is this, and that is that <br />And there's how you ad-dress a cat <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A cat's entitled to expect <br />These evidences of respect <br />So this is this, and that is that <br />And there's how you ad-dress a cat</i>


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