Macavity: The Mystery Cat

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 one 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 domed;

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!