There's a whisper down the line at 11.39
When the Night Mail's ready to depart,
Saying `Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him orthe train can't start.'
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters
They are searching high and low,
Saying `Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can't go.'
At 11.42 then the signal's nearly due
And the passengers are frantic to a man -
Then Skimble will appear and he'll saunter to the rear:
He's been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes `All Clear!'
And we're off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!
You may say that by and large it is Skimble who's in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express.
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and in the Third;
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking
And it's certain that he doesn't approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on them ove.
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks!
He's a Cat that cannot be ignored;
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard.
Oh it's very pleasant when you have found your little den
With your name written up on the door.
And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet
And there's not a speck of dust on the floor.
There is every sort of light - you can make it dark or bright;
There's a button that you turn to make a breeze.
There's a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window if you sneeye.
Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly
`do you like your morning tea weak or strong?'
But Skimble's just behind him andwas ready to remind him,
For Skimble won't let anything go wrong.
And when you creep into your cosy berth
And pull up the counterpane,
You are bound to admit that it's very nice
To know that your won't be bothered by mice -
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat,
The Cat of the Railway Train!
In the middle of the night he is always fresh and bright;
Every now and then he has a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while he's keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
You were fast asleep at Crewe and so you never knew
That he was walking up and down the station;
You were sleeping all the while he was busy at Carlisle,
Where he greets the stationmaster with elation.
But you saw him at Dumfries, where he summons the police
If there's anything they ought to know about:
when you get to Gallowgate there you do not have to wait -
For Skimbleshanks will help you to get out!
He gives you a wave of his long brown tail
Which says: `I'll see you again!
You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The Cat of the Railway Train.'
You will see Miss Nittany
how easy rhyming it can be?
(with a little help from T.S. Eliot)
Hearing this song each day for months
I've tryed so hard these lyrics to punt
Now, hearing this song is like torture to me
I cover my ears and "LA-LA-LA-LA" loudly I sing
And reading this, i've tryed not to pop
but "OH DEAR GOD TURN IT OFF!!!!!!!!"
(uuuh everytime i see these lyrics or hear this song all I can do is run the choreography in my head while thanking God I don't wear a spandex unitard to work anymore)
(uuuh everytime i see these lyrics or hear this song all I can do is run the choreography in my head while thanking God I don't wear a spandex unitard to work anymore)
about this unitard
im gonna be a hater
was it for swimming like Phelps
or one like AC Slater?
or was it...
you know...the other kind?
either way im judging you
even a little bit, i hope you dont mind.
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Do you know people? Have you interacted with them? Because this is pretty standard no-brainer stuff. -33girl
Hearing this song each day for months
I've tryed so hard these lyrics to punt
Now, hearing this song is like torture to me
I cover my ears and "LA-LA-LA-LA" loudly I sing
And reading this, i've tryed not to pop
but "OH DEAR GOD TURN IT OFF!!!!!!!!"
(uuuh everytime i see these lyrics or hear this song all I can do is run the choreography in my head while thanking God I don't wear a spandex unitard to work anymore)
I'm sorry, but Skimble is one of my fave CATS.
Along with Jennyanydots cuz she tats.
I'm sorry, but Skimble is one of my fave CATS.
Along with Jennyanydots cuz she tats.
Jennyanydots was a fun dance for me
I was a backup dancer in that song you see
I wouldn't say she was my favorite cat
Mungojerry and Rumpleteazer had that
No. It's supposed to be "Emmanuel" Lewis. Who spells their own name wrong?
I danced with him, a year ago
At a party, good fun you know
Recognize him? Yes, I can.
And that is not my little man
Troll be gone, leave this land
Or TB shall smack thee with a backhand
I cannot wait to see my mother!
Come Tuesday, I will want no other!
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"We have letters. You have dreams." ~Senusret I
"OH DEAR GOD TURN IT OFF!!!!!!!!" 
Hybrid Mode
