wotthehell wotthehell i wake the world from sleep as i caper and sing and leap when i sing my wild free tune wotthehell wotthehell under the blear eyed moon i am pelted with cast off shoon but wotthehell wotthehell do you think that i would change my present freedom to range for a castle or moated grange wotthehell wotthehell cage me and i d go frantic my life is so romantic capricious and corybantic and i m toujours gai toujours gai i know that i am bound for a journey down the sound in the midst of a refuse mound but wotthehell wotthehell oh i should worry and fret death and i will coquette there s a dance in the old dame yet toujours gai toujours gai i once was an innocent kit wotthehell wotthehell with a ribbon my neck to fit and bells tied onto it o wotthehell wotthehell but a maltese cat came by with a come hither look in his eye and a song that soared to the sky and wotthehell wotthehell and i followed adown the street the pad of his rhythmical feet o permit me again to repeat wotthehell wotthehell my youth i shall never forget but there s nothing i really regret wotthehell wotthehell there s a dance in the old dame yet toujours gai toujours gai
i followed adown the street the pad of his rhythmical feet the things that i had not ought to i do because i ve gotto wotthehell wotthehell and i end with my favorite motto toujours gai toujours gai boss sometimes i think that our friend mehitabel is a trifle too gay
mehitabel s extensive past mehitabel the cat claims that she has a human soul also and has transmigrated from body to body and it may be so boss you remember i told you she accused herself of being cleopatra once i asked her about antony anthony who she asked me are you thinking of that song about rowley and gammon and spinach heigho for anthony rowley no i said mark antony the great roman the friend of caesar surely cleopatra you remember j caesar listen archy she said i have been so many different people in my time and met so many prominent gentlemen i wont lie to you or stall i do get my dates mixed sometimes think of how much i have had a chance to forget and i have always made a point of not carrying grudges over from one life to the next archy i have been used something fierce in my time but i am no bum sport archy i am a free spirit archy i look on myself as being quite a romantic character oh the queens i have been and the swell feeds i have ate a cockroach which you are and a poet which you used to be archy couldn t understand my feelings at having come down to this i have had bids to elegant feeds where poets and cockroaches would neither one be mentioned without a laugh archy i have had adventures but i have never been an adventuress one life up and the next life down archy but always a lady through it all and a good mixer too always the life of the party archy but never anything vulgar always free footed archy never tied down to a job or housework yes looking back on it all i can say is i had some romantic lives and some elegant times i have seen better days archy but whats the use of kicking kid its all in the game like a gentleman friend of mine used to say toujours gai kid toujours gai he was an elegant cat he used to be a poet himself and he made up some elegant poetry about me and him lets hear it i said and mehitabel recited persian pussy from over the sea demure and lazy and smug and fat none of your ribbons and bells for me ours is the zest of the alley cat over the roofs from flat to flat we prance with capers corybantic what though a boot should break a slat mehitabel us for the life romantic we would rather be rowdy and gaunt and free and dine on a diet of roach and rat roach i said what do you mean roach interrupting mehitabel yes roach she said thats the way my boy friend made it up i climbed in amongst the typewriter keys for she had an excited look in her