Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
In fact, he's remarkably fat
He doesn't haunt pubs
He has eight or nine clubs
For he's the St. James street cat!

He's the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street
In his coat of prestigious black
No commonplace mousers
Have such well cut trousers
Or such an impeccable back!

In the whole of St. James the smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummel of Cats
And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats!

My visits are occasional
To the Senior Educational
And it is against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
And the Joint Superior Schools
For a similar reason when game is in season
I'm found not at Fox's but Blimp's
I am frequently seen at the gay Stage and Screen
Which is famous for winkles and shrimps
In the season of venison I give my ben'son to
The Pot Hunter's succulent bones
And just before noon not a moment to soon
To drop in for a drink at the Drones
When Im seen in a hurry theres probably curry
At the Siamese or at the Glutton
If I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding, and mutton

In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummel of Cats