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Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door His name as I ought to have told you before Is 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 quite famous, he says, in his time And whenever he joins his friends at their club (Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub) He loves to regale them if someone else pays With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days For he once was a star of the highest degree He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree And he likes to relate his success on the halls Where the gallery once gave him seven catcalls But his grandest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell "I have played, in my time, every possible part And I used to know seventy speeches by heart Letras de cancionesI'd extemporize backchat I knew how to gag And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag I knew how to act with my back and my tail With an hour of rehearsal I never could fail I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts Whether I took the lead or in character parts I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell In the pantomime season I never fell flat And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat But my grandest creation As history will tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell" Then if someone will give him a toothful of gin He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat When some actor suggested the need for a cat "And I say now 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 I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell" "I once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire To rescue a child when a house was on fire And I think that I still can much better than most Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the ghost And I once played Growltiger Could do it again Could do it again Could do it again . . ." From Letras Mania