I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time
He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
A long while before Queen Victoria's accession
Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
And more I am tempted to say ninety-nine
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
And the village is proud of him in his decline
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy
When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall
The oldest inhabitant croaks

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street,
He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may below, the sheep they may bleat,
But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away.
The cats and the lorrie run over the kerb,
And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED --
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
Deuteronomy's reset when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in domestic economy:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: 'There's just time for one more,"
Then the landlady from her back parlour will peep
And say: "Now then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken --
I'll have the police if there's any uproar" --
And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
Must never be borken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all ...

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy

Well, of all things can it be really
No, Yes, H o, Hi, Oh my eye!

My legs may be tottery I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy