Gus: the T heat Re cat

Sarah Gus is the cat at the theatre door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, but thats a fuss to pronounce That we usually call him just Gus His coats very shabby, hes thin as a rake And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake For he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats But no longer a terror to mice or to rats For he isnt the cat that he was in his prime Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time And whenever he joins his friends at their club (Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub) He loves to regale them, if someone else pays With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days For he once was a star of the highest degree He has acted with Irving, hes acted with Tree And he likes to relate his success on the halls Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls But his grandest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Sir John I have played in my time every possible part And I used to know seventy speeches by heart Id extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag I knew how to act with my back and my tail With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail Id a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts Whether I took the lead, or in character parts I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell In the pantomime season, I never fell flat And I once understudied **** Whittingtons cat But my grandest creation, as history will tell was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Sarah Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat When some actor suggested the need for a cat Sir John And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained As we did in the days when Victoria reigned They never get drilled in a regular troupe And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop Sarah And he says as he scratches himself with his claws Sir John Well the theatre is certainly not what is was These modern productions are all very well But theres nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell