My whiskers twitched through velvet, starry gloom,And carried songs from Schmigadoon’s bright bloom.The Tonys crowned its merry, magical spree—A purr-fect fate foretold by destiny. The velvet curtains fly open to…
My whiskers twitched through velvet, starry gloom,And carried songs from Schmigadoon’s bright bloom.The Tonys crowned its merry, magical spree—A purr-fect fate foretold by destiny. The velvet curtains fly open to…