But who, may I ask, can manage to sleep,
With pussy-cats caterwauling.
There were three parties who rose in rage,
Who rose in nocturnal cap and gown,
And one of the pussies was, I’ll engage,
A little surprised when they knocked her down.
A second succumbed to a pistol shot,
The other fell down a chimney-pot—
“Good bye to the cats a-wauling!”
From Fun Academy Skits, 1882.