It’s a story in Hitchcock movie,
In a country where increases crime.
And there strolling through the crowd, guy who’s named Robie;[1]
He’s been straight for some time.

Suddenly for him the cops are gunning
Because they think he’s at it again:
Entering hotels by fenestration—
They smirch him with his old name:
It’s the smear of “The Cat.”

She[2] meets him and she starts to question
Him about his big arbors.
Her language replete with sexual suggestion
As her big ardors rear.

She has got some gall—thinks he’s climbing walls
Of hotels to get in and steal jewels.
He tells her he gave up that life
And he has no burglary tools,
But she jeers: “You’re The Cat!”

Like all Hitch blondes, she acts coolly
And he’s a guy that she would like to see.
She gets incensed, naturally,
When he don’t want to go along for the ride.
So she sneers: “You’re The Cat!”

One evening comes; there’s a big dinner
Party; and then just look who is on
The roof: it is Robie, but there’s someone with him:
Danielle;[3] she holds on
To a gutter drain[4], as she hangs, explains
To the cops, she is the one, that they
Have found The Cat and they believe her,
And for that, she’s going to pay.
He is cleared: not The Cat.

[1]John roBie, as played by Cary Grant
[2]Frances Stevens, as played by Grace Kelly
[3]Danielle Foussard, the actual thief, daughter of a Robie friend
[4]Reminiscent of scenes in “North by Northwest,” “Vertigo,” and “Saboteur”