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 ?