Mango, Jerry and Rumpelteazer We're notorious cat-man and cat As knock-about clowns, quick-change comedians Tightrope walkers and acrobats We have an extensive reputation We make our home in Victoria Grove This is merely our centre of operation For we are incurably given to roam When the family assembles for Sunday dinner The moon's made up, the clayworms get dinner On Argentine joint, we'll take Edison greens And the cook would appear from behind a scene And say in a voice that is broken with sorrow I'm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow The joint has gone from the oven like that Then the family will play, eating their own rubble cat What's it, Mungo, Jerry?