The Cat who walks by herself

‘I am the Cat who walks by herself, ‘And all places are alike to me. ‘When I have done that, and between times, ‘When the moon gets up and night comes… ‘I go out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or the Wet Wild Streets, walking by my wild lone.…

Spit, spat, said the snake*

“O-bla-di-o-bla-da. Life goes on, yeah…” “O-bla-di… Are you sure? That doesn’t sound right. Is it English?” “That’s what I can hear”, I said. “Wait, the lyrics are in the album. Pair of dummies that we are.” “Yeah”, Erik said. “But remember, we agreed the lyrics can only be used as a last resort.” “Right. Let…