rains of castameow

[st_v_a]

and who are you - the proud cat said -
that i must poo in the tray?
only a man in a foolish coat -
that's all the truth i know

in a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a cat has fangs and claws,
and mine are long and sharp, but you
have neither fangs, nor claws.

and so he spoke, and so he spoke
that cat of castameow,
but now the rains wheep o'er his scruff
and there's no place to hide

yes now the rains wheep o'er his scruff
and there's no place to hide