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 one like Macavity He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare But 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 sunked in His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed 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 For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there! He's outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard's And when the larder's looted or the jewel case is rifled Or when the milk is missing or another peke's been stifled Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair There's the wonder of the thing Macavity's not there! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity He always has