Lyrics:

A nice little song about a cat, from the album Heavy Horses. Ian Anderson is a well-known lover of cats, both domestic and wild.
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
Swishing through the rye grass
With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie
Tail balancing at half-mast
And the mouse police never sleeps

Lying in the cherry tree
Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the all-night working cat
Eats but one in every ten
Leaves the others on the mat
And the mouse police never sleeps

Waiting by the cellar door
Window-box town crier
Birth and death registrar

With claws that rake a furrow red
Licensed to mutilate
From warm milk on a lazy day
To dawn patrol on hungry hate
No, the mouse police never sleeps

Climbing on the ivy
Windy rooftop weathercock
Warm-blooded night on a cold tile

The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse police never sleeps
The mouse