Hark at that chorus
It gets louder and louder
Our neighbourhood cats
Regaling in clowder
I prefer Luciano
Or Maria entertaining
Not the whine of a line
With no hope of abstaining
On my tiles beyond midnight
They shriek on my slates
Their blaring uncaring
On the lookout for mates
Unashamed serenading
No chance to catnap
When I open my window
And uproariously clap
I never use catcalls
I’m no good at their notes
So I howl at the pussycats
To wail away on their boats
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