The Battle Mew of the Republic
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To the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Mine eyes have seen the horror
of the Boredom Of The Cat.
Her furrowed brow intimidates
those who her would combat.
And all who would defy her will
be certainly rolled flat!
The Cat goes marching on!
(chorus)
Glory, glory hallemewia!
Glory, glory hallemewia!
Glory, glory hallemewia!
The Cat goes marching on!
A Gray Cat is most dangerous
when Gray Cat is most bored;
she goes tramping through the warehouse
where the Gripes of Cats are stored.
She takes on silly projects which
are of her own accord.
The Cat goes marching on!
(chorus)
Now somewhere there are students
who must get a Ph.D.
And somewhere an advisor needs
a Cat to do study.
And Cats with too much time will find
a way for this to be!
The Cat goes marching on!
(chorus)
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