who is this fancy cat
The entire train became quiet and still, and it is usually shady
All because of the entrance of a Victorian-clad dressed up lady.
Who is she? I asked. No one seemed to know, but they were all in awe.
She’s a cat in a dressy dress, I thought, so lah-dee-dah.
In the dining car it happened again. All went still when she walked in.
What is it about her? I wondered, she was dressed up to her chin.
So I finally asked the guy who had stopped laughing, not even a grin.
It’s Miss Havvisham from Great Expectations, and ain’t she prim?
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