It is the cause, it is the cause, my santa,--
Let me not give you orange, you Bat Goddess!--
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her squids;
Tho she may start to eat the pie from without
And move towards the centre
Nor yet religious, shall she lie like a mermaid
Surrounded by water, bubbling from her gills
Yet be a Bat Goddess, of the night and of the tree
free.
Free to eat eggs with mayonnaise flavored with Pommery mustard,
To wear purple and to sing!
Let her voice ring!


A certain Catter, or be that Uncertain...