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,
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
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.
(They
say
he
cheats
at
cards.)
And
his
footprints
are
not
found
in
any
file
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
Ay,
there's
the
wonder
of
the
thing!
Macavity's
not
there!
And
when
the
Foreign
Office
find
a
Treaty's
gone
astray,
Or
the
Admiralty
lose
some
plans
and
drawings
by
the
way,
There
may
be
a
scrap
of
paper
in
the
hall
or
on
the
stair—
But
it's
useless
to
investigate—Macavity's
not
there!
And
when
the
loss
has
been
disclosed,
the
Secret
Service
say:
It
must
have
been
Macavity!'—but
he's
a
mile
away.
You'll
be
sure
to
find
him
resting,
or
a-licking
of
his
thumb;
Or
engaged
in
doing
complicated
long
division
sums.
Macavity,
Macavity,
there's
no
one
like
Macavity,
There
never
was
a
Cat
of
such
deceitfulness
and
suavity.
He
always
has
an
alibi,
and
one
or
two
to
spare:
At
whatever
time
the
deed
took
place—MACAVITY
WASN'T
THERE
!
And
they
say
that
all
the
Cats
whose
wicked
deeds
are
widely
known
(I
might
mention
Mungojerrie,
I
might
mention
Griddlebone)
Are
nothing
more
than
agents
for
the
Cat
who
all
the
time
Just
controls
their
operations:
the
Napoleon
of
Crime!
