Caterwaul.
Peter, Paul.
The two bobcats
quarrel like cats.
They howl and screech
and throw guitar riffs.
They make a shrill noise,
they wail and cry-
you'd think that The Beatles
hung out with the preachers.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.
Ringo, where's George?-you're the star,
was he baptized?
Maybe the preachers
listen to the
as they chastise
the human mice.
Caterwaul,
Peter, Paul.
Nocturnal cats,
cool as bats.
No, Mr. Bale,
you can't join in.
Dark nights ascend.
We need Bruce Wayne
to save mankind,
and Alfred left.
But you just can't keep
a Christian down.
Put on the Beatles
as you watch the preachers.
Dark knights rise...
Caterwaul.
Peter, Paul.
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