THE OLD MASTER PAINTER PICKED up his brush
and went back to the drawing board
a hush fell on creation
nothing stirred
not a sound could be heard
the red-winged blackbird sat silent on the bough
and now no singing no winging
adagio slow
The creator looked at his creation
the little cat
there was a certain sort of elation
nothing stirred
not a sound could be heard.
Then the little cat looked at the Creator
and for the first time in all Creation
a little creature - purred
a beautiful Blue Russian
I' ll send it down to earth below
and say go slow adagio.
Down on Earth, they called him ROCKY
Life is tough
for the ones
who don t have enough
a rescue mission fed him.
I saw him for sale in a lonely pet store
he put his paw through the cage
in a quiet rage
reaching out to me
buy him my friend said to me.
I took him home
He thought he'd checked into the Ritz
no more lonely, angry fits
a blue Russian
my mother rescued one like that
maybe she'd sent me a gift from Heaven
metamorphosis
he morphed from Rocky into my beautiful Mr. Blue
metamorphosis
I gave him a kiss
you have a forever home with me
I fed him
he thought he'd checked into the Ritz---
no more lonely angry fits
wait and see my beautiful Mr. Blue,
you have a forever home with me.
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Chorus)
Oh, there's nothing in Harrod's,
there's nothing in Creed's,
there's nothing in Bloomingdale's,
never fails to set my heart aglow,
don't you know
oh there's nothing in Harrod's
there's nothing in Creed's,
there's nothing in Tiffany's,
nothing that would please me like you do,
my Beautiful Mr. Blue
There's nothing in Harrod's,
there's nothing in Creed's,
there's nothing in Holt Renfrew,
nothing that I would love as much
as I love you
my Beautiful Mr. Blue.
A face of perfect symetery I see in you
My beautiful Mr. Blue
Copyright Anne Marie Wyse-Murray
Recorded City Hall Grand Piand 2017, Ottawa
Anne Marie Wyse-Murray copyright words and music
Voice and Music Anne Marie Wyse-Murray
