There's a man over there, with a look of surprise
As much as to say 'Well now, how about that?'
Do I actually see, with my own very eyes
A man who's not heard of a Jellicle cat?
'What's a Jellicle cat?'
'What's a Jellicle Cat?'
The naming of cats is a difficult matter
It isn't just one of your holiday games
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three different names
First of all there's the name that the family use daily
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James
Such as Victor or Jonathon, George or Bill Bailey
But all of them sensible, everday names
There are fancier names, if you think they sound sweeter
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter
But all of them sensible, everyday names
But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular?
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one cat
But above and beyond, there's still one name left over
And that is the name that you never will guess
The name that no human research can discover
But the cat himself knows, and will never confess
When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason I tell you is always the same
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name
His ineffable, effable, effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable, singular name, name, name, name, name, name...
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