Caterwauling
“What a caterwauling do you keep here !”
Sir Andrew and Sir Toby – too much beer !
Listen. Is that a cat–er-wauling,
A piercing feline screech, a bawling ?
All our neighbourhood cats are calling !
Loud yowling in the pale moonlight,
Enough to give a banshee fright !
Why's “choir practice” late at night ?
Approach the window. Looking out
I see no sign of cats about.
Was it a dream ? Begin to doubt.
Our choristers have ceased their din
And now our moggy's come back in –
Was that you wailing, where've you been ?
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