Jazzy Nights

Where the cats go

When it’s cold?

The cats, when it’s cold, goes

To a place nobody knows.

A place where only the finest and

Fliest cats converse.

A place where the

Melodic meow is of

Purrfect harmony.

Bplurrrr…. The bass.

Bplurrrr…. The voice.

Oh the sweet nectar

That bellows from

The belly.

Where the cats go

When it’s cold?

The cats, when it's cold, goes

To a place nobody knows.

A place so dingy and dirty

That even the crows wouldn’t crow

Or the bats even hang.

A place that is rodent paradise,

Where the knights of

Thievery reside.

Squeak, squeak…. The march.

Squeak, squeak, squeak…. The plunder.

Where the cats go

When its cold?

The cats, when it’s cold, goes

To a place nobody knows.

A place so hidden,

So obsolete,

So recluse that

Only a troubled

Soul could desire

To seek.