Zoo Blues - parody T.S. Eliot Macavity
The Lion and the Unicorn
The Lion and the Unicorn were happy, but the Crown
decided that the Lion’s day was done, his house pulled down,
so Council’s moral: pull his tail! At that, heart-wrending groan
was heard – no more the sturdy roar each one felt was his own!
And like the chimpanzees who teased their fleas and used to clown
at tea-time in the London Zoo – his whereabouts’ unknown!
Some sought him in the Parliament, and some in Lion Square,
though dogs may bark in Regent’s Park, the Lion was not there...
The Lion and the Unicorn together used to frown
upon Old England’s enemies, to please the King, - now brown
and rusty lies the cage’s door, poor watchman sighs alone,
for no one tries to subsidise the former keeper’s loan!
And though the government meant well, he’s hounded out of town,
his days are up, no more to sup, upon a luscious bone, -
some call upon 10 Downing Street, some Fleet Street, some Mayfair,
though dogs may bark in Regent’s Park, the Lion is not there!
1 August 1991
ZSL Council defeated in request for a bankruptcy vote
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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 on 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 doomed;
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,
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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