Purple cat wears a hat

It's made of finest silk and when he creeps through streets at night

It's not in search of milk

He's the kind of cat you've heard of by writers of great fame

But Eliot's Macavity cannot hold a flame

To this great purple feline who is Master of the Game

His crimes are unrecorded

No paw prints can you find

Because what he steals is the most precious thing known to mankind

He's the thief of all your wasted time

Making up his own rhyme

Purple Cat wears a coat

Lined with pockets that bespoke

Many a hidden toy a wizard would enjoy      

To deceive with a sleight of hand

For light he can employ

With a claw at his command

To leap through space and time

Landing on his feet on the turn of a dime

Four purple paws from the greatest height

Spinning his body with effortless delight

And when he comes down to pounce on his prey

You’ll soon find out that his victim is not what you would say

Is the obvious target nor a find for a feast

He is the terror of what you have taken care of least

Yes, he is your hit and miss in the same vein

Knowing how to wait for time to explain

that what you look at, is what you think you can see 

But he is chasing atomic mice invisibly

Schrodinger's cat is a lie to be trapped in your

Attempt to understand you are not where you’re at

Purple Cat smokes a pipe

With a tingle in his nose

Leaving a trail of infinite rings everywhere he goes

With a whiskers twitch and a baleful eye

No questions beg silly answers nor reasons why

Your wasted time he rips with childlike glee

He will not spare a thought for you on your spending spree

Our slumbering feline wakes up with a yawn

Never shall you play with him as your little pawn

Another thrilling day ahead full of purple jest

Who can count the ways his charms will manifest

He cocks his lovely tail in a question hoop

And hangs every capitalist in one fell swoop