Do "Old Possum´s book of practical cats". Nome do poema: "The song of jellicles". Aqui vai um pedacinho:
"Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,
Jellicle Cats have bright big eyes;
They like to practice their airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise"
Jellicle Cats have bright big eyes;
They like to practice their airs and graces
And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise"
Meu Jellicle Cat favorito: The Rum Tum Tugger. Só vendo pra entender.
Só queria acabar a sexta-feira com alguma coisa bonitinha.
Um comentário:
O meu favorito é "Gus: the Theatre Cat".
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats -
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time.
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place atthe back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays,
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For he once was a Star of the highest degree -
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree.
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.
(Sir John Gielgud recitando isso é UMA COISA!)
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