His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in. Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air-īut I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there! His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,Īnd when you reach the scene of crime-Macavity's not there! He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity, He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:įor when they reach the scene of crime-Macavity's not there! Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-įor he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
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