Words: John C. Bunnell © 1997
music: Leslie Fish’s version of "The Pict Song"



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We are the Moggy Horde, we!
Beware of our cunning and guile;
Beware of our claws and our teeth;
Beware most of all when we smile!
We are the crash in the night!
We are the fur on your clothes!
We are the reason for laps!
We are the tongue on your nose!


Cats give up power to none.
And no exceptions are we;
What we decree shall be done,
Else it’s our vengeance you’ll see.
We are the claws on the couch,
We, the defilers of shoes;
We who can spirit away
Those things you least wish to lose.

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Cats are an eloquent breed;
Though you can scarce understand,
Still do you answer our need
When we call out a command.
Ours is the purr from the chest,
Ours is the mew in your ear;
Ours is the yowl on the fence—
We do not mind if you hear.

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Humans think cat-kind is cute;
This we permit of our tools;
Thus we confuse their pursuit;
Little they dream of who rules.
We are the silence that walks;
We are the footsteps unheard;
We are the dreams unrecalled;
We are the unspoken word.

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