Macavity's a mystery soup
It's called the hidden broth
For it's the master at boiling over
And can defy the pot
It's the bafflement of stew extraordinaires
A gourmet chef's despair
For when they go to turn off the stove
Macavity's not there

Macavity, Macavity
There's no soup like Macavity
It must taste very good
But you'll never get to have any
You may seek it in the steel pot
When it's evaporated in thin air
But when you go to turn off the stove
Macavity's not there

Macavity's an exquisite soup
It's very good and lean
It's better if it's eaten
With a spoon that's just been cleaned
It boils and looks so tasty
But over sides begins to run
And when you think it's not quite ready
It's always long past done

Macavity, Macavity
There's no soup like Macavity
It's an escape artist in edible form
A gumbo of dissolvability
You may order it in a restuarant
You can buy it anywhere
But when you go to turn off the stove
Macavity's not there

It's apparantly dilectable
(They sell it now in cans)
And you'll find it a favorite
Among most Campbell's fans
But when the water's boiling
And the stove gets really hot
This delicious but mysterious soup
Just won't stay in the pot
So get your ladels ready
And set out the bowls with care
But here's the wonder of the thing:
Macavity isn't there

Macavity, Macavity
There's no soup like Macavity
There never was a soup
Of such taste and impossability
It always can escape the bowl
And avoid the silverware
Whatever pot you cook it in
Macavity's not there.

And they say that all the soups
Whose unsouply deeds are widely known
(I might mention Gumbojerrie;
I might mention Chickenbone)
Are nothing more than appetizers
To the soup that, all else said,
Vanishes from preparation
A Houdini served with bread