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The Railway Cat - Lyrics

There's a whisper down the line at 11: 39
When the Night Mail's ready to depart
Saying 'Skimble, where is Skimble, has he gone to hunt the thimble
We must find him or the train can't start
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters
They are searching high and low
Saying: 'Skimble, where is Skimble, for unless he's very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can't go
At 11: 42 then the signal's nearly due
And the passengers are frantic, yes they are
Then Skimble will appear, and he'll saunter to the rear
He's been busy in the luggage car
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes All Clear
And we're off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who's in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and in the Third
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occurred
He will watch you without winking. and he sees what you are thinking
And it's certain that he doesn't approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on the move
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks
He's a Cat that cannot be ignored
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard

Oh, it's very pleasant when you've found your little den
With your name written up on the door
And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet
And there's not a speck of dust on the floor
There is every sort of light - you can make it dark or bright
There's a handle that you turn to make a breeze
There's a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window if you sneeze
Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly
Do you like your morning tea weak or strong
But Skimble's just behind him and was ready to remind him
For Skimble won't let anything go wrong
You ought to reflect that it's very nice
To know that you won't be bothered by mice
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat
The Cat of the Railway Train
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat
The Cat of the Railway Train

Based on a poem by T.S. Elliot

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