Louis Wain -
If your parasol won't open
I'll meet you where it's broken.
In your domain -
In the land beyond the roses
We all have whiskered noses.
Louis Wain -
Let's stroll along the Thames,
Us gentlemen and dames
While in your brain
The faces twist and grow
Where claws and fur might show
And in the land beyond the roses
I know that you will stay and while away
The hours in gay diversions pleasantly.
Louis Wain -
In spidery Springfield haunted
You won't find what you've wanted.
In refrain -
The howling chorus purrs
While doctors all confer.
