William Shakespeare's in My Cat

I never much believed in reincarnation
Thought it was only people's imagination
But now I'm forced into some reconsideration
Cuz something's happened to my cat, that deserves an explanation

William Shakespeare's in my cat my kitty is the Bard
He used to be a playwright now he's diggin' up the yard
He's still a cat in most respect he likes to meow and purr
But now I introduce him as the cat who wrote Richard the Third

I took him to see Phantom
He said it was quite nice
But he can't go see Miss Saigon
Until he kills some mice

William Shakespeare's in my cat it sometimes seems oblique
The guy who wrote Twelfth Night chews on my socks while I'm asleep
I.m really quite impressed I own the cat who wrote MacBeth
But if something's rotten in the state it's just his fishy breath

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He wrote Romeo and Juliet
But his greatest story yet
Is comming back as someone's pet
And getting neutered by the vet
And got his paws caught in a net
Then he said "To be or not to be"

William Shakespeare's in my cat he really ever talks
He makes his loudest statements standing in the litterbox
He sleeps upon my shelves and throws my books about the house
It doesn't sound like prose when he bats his squeaky mouse

Sam Beckett's play's are witty
Same thing for Bernard Shaw,
Oscar Wilde is pretty
But none of them have paws

William Shakespeare's in my cat he chases bits of fluff
John Milton's in my goldfish but I never liked his stuff
I'm thinking that Franz Capra really came back as a bug
And I hope Andrew Lloyd Webber will stay underneath my rug

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"Take it Trevor!"

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