No. 7 - Solo - Anhotep - "It was early in the morning."

Lyrics by Frederick Fenn

[Anhotep:] It was early in the morning as I wrote a joyous sonnet,
Purr, purr, purr,
Pussy sang beneath my window and I dropped a brick upon it,
Purr, purr, purr,
And there came a quick cessation of the row.
For though Tabby's lives are legion,
If you smash the dorsal region
They have scarcely time to gasp out one Miaow!

I opened wide the window, I called "Pussy, are you dead?"
Purr, purr, purr,
Then I stole down in my slippers and I sat upon her head,
Purr, purr, purr,
And reflected on her very sorry state.
She should have had nine lives at least,
But though I cut off one poor beast,
I couldn't well insure the other eight.

So I tied some dum-dum bullets round her poor unhappy head
Purr, purr, purr,
Then I packed her in a hamper with a pound or two of lead,
Purr, purr, purr,
In a fishpond then I put that cat to bed,
And as I'm an early riser,
Why, then no one is the wiser
Except pussy, and poor pussy-- well, she's dead!