Gus is the cat at the theatre door

His name is l ought to have told you before

ls really Asparagus

but that's such a fuss to pronounce

That we usually call him just Gus

His coat's very shabby. He's thin as a rake

And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake

Yet he was in his youth, quite the smartest of cats

But no longer a terror to mice or to rats

For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime

Though his name was quiet famous, he says in his time

And when ever he joins his friends at their club

Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub

He loves to regale them if someone else pays

With anecdotes drawn from his palmist days

For he once was a star of the highest degree

He has acted with lrving

he has 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 Firefrofiddle, the fiend of the fell

l have played in my time every possible part

And l used to know seventy speeches by heart

l'd extemporise back chat l knew how to gag

And l knew how to let the cat out of the bag

l knew how to act with my back and my tail

With an hour of rehearsal l never could fail

l'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts

Whether l took the lead

Or in character parts

l have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell

When the curfew was rung, then l swung on the bell

ln the pantomime season l never fell flat

And l once under-studied Dick Whittington's cat

But the grandest creation as history will tell

was Firefrofiddle, the fiend of the fell

Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin

He will tell how he once play a part in East Lynne .

At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat

When some actor suggested the need for a cat

And l say that 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

And he says as he scratches himself with his claws

Well, the theatre is certainly not what it was

These modern productions are all very well

But there's nothing to equal from what l hear tell

That moment of mystery

When l made history as Firefrofiddle

the fiend of the fell《

These modern productions are all very well

But there's nothing to equal from what l hear tell

That moment of