| Old Dueteronomy I believe it is Old Deuteronomy. Well of all things, can it be really? Yes, no, oh hi, oh my eye. Hy eyes may be wandering, I must confess, I believe it is Old Dueteronomy. Old Dueteronomy's lived a long time, he's a cat who has lived many lives in succession, he was famous in proverb, and famous in rhyme, a long while before Queen Victoria's accession. Old Dueteronomy's buried 9 wives, and more, I am tempted to say 99 and his numerous progeny prospours and thrives, and the village is proud of him in his decline. At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy, when he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall, the oldest inhabitant croaks. Well of all things can it be really yes no oh hi oh my eye. My eyes may be wandering, I must confess, I believe it is Old Dueteronomy. Well of all things can it be really? Yes no oh hi on my eye. My mind may be wandering I must confess, I believe it is Old Dueteronomy! Well of all things can it be really? Yes no oh hi oh my eye. My mind may be wandering, I must confess, I believe it is Old Dueteronomy! Well of all things can it be really? Yes no oh hi oh my eye. My legs may be tottery, I must go slow. And be careful of Old Dueteronomy. |