by Eliot · Cluster: Joy · Animals · Comic Verse Song

Abstract

Lilting song of the Jellicle Cats dancing by the light of the Jellicle Moon at the Jellicle Ball; joyful nocturnal dance verse.

Connections

Motifs: Animals, Moon, Night, Dance Themes & Concepts: Joy Forms & Genres: Comic Verse Song

Testo integrale / Full text

The Song of the Jellicles
Jellicle Cats come out to-night,

Jellicle Cats come one come all:
The Jellicle Moon is shining bright —

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats are rather small;
Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,
And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.
Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,
Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;
They like to practise their airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise.
Jellicle Cats develop slowly,
Jellicle Cats are not too big;
Jellicle Cats are roly-poly,
They know how to dance a gavotte and a jig.
Until the Jellicle Moon appears
They make their toilette and take their repose:
Jellicles wash behind their ears,
Jellicles dry between their toes.
Jellicle Cats are white and black,
Jellicle Cats are of moderate size;
Jellicles jump like a jumping-jack,
Jellicle Cats have moonlit eyes.
They’re quiet enough in the morning hours,
They’re quiet enough in the afternoon‚
Reserving their terpsichorean powers
To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon.
Jellicle Cats are black and white,
Jellicle Cats (as I said) are small;
If it happens to be a stormy night
They will practise a caper or two in the hall.
If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say they had nothing to do at all:
They are resting and saving themselves to be right
For the Jellicle Moon and the Jellicle Ball.

Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats.
As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and
        acrobats
They had an extensive reputation. They made their home in Victoria
        Grove —
That was merely their centre of operation, for they were incurably given
        to rove.
They were very well known in Cornwall Gardens, in Launceston Place
        and in Kensington Square —
They had really a little more reputation than a couple of cats can very
        well bear.
            If the area window was found ajar
            And the basement looked like a field of war,
            If a tile or two came loose on the roof,
            Which presently ceased to be waterproof,
            If the drawers were pulled out from the bedroom chests,
            And you couldn’t find one of your winter vests,
            Or after supper one of the girls
            Suddenly missed her Woolworth pearls:
Then the family would say: ‘It’s that horrible cat!
It was Mungojerrie — or Rumpelteazer!’ — And most of the time they
        left it at that.
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had a very unusual gift of the gab.
They were highly efficient cat-burglars as well, and remarkably smart
        at a smash-and-grab.
They made their home in Victoria Grove. They had no regular
        occupation.
They were plausible fellows, and liked to engage a friendly policeman
        in conversation.
            When the family assembled for Sunday dinner,
            With their minds made up that they wouldn’t get thinner
            On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens,
            And the cook would appear from behind the scenes
            And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow:
            ‘I’m afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow!

            For the joint has gone from the oven — like that!’
Then the family would say: ‘It’s that horrible cat!
It was Mungojerrie — or Rumpelteazer!’ — And most of the time they
        left it at that.
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer had a wonderful way of working
        together.
And some of the time you would say it was luck, and some of the time
        you would say it was weather.
They would go through the house like a hurricane, and no sober person
        could take his oath
Was it Mungojerrie — or Rumpelteazer? or could you have sworn that
        it mightn’t be both?
            And when you heard a dining-room smash
            Or up from the pantry there came a loud crash
            Or down from the library came a loud ping
            From a vase which was commonly said to be Ming —
Then the family would say: ‘Now which was which cat?
It was Mungojerrie! AND Rumpelteazer!’ — And there’s nothing at all

        to be done about that!