It was time for Fat Tuesday
You know what that means?
There were hundreds of celebrations
Throughout ole’ New Orleans
Between two Krewes
Great rivals stood tall
Parading at the front
For the Barkus and Meoux Ball!
There was whoopin’ and hollerin’
Jazz all around
The big bands so loud
You could feel your heart pound!
The floats rolled to a stop
The bands lowered their sound
The time had arrived
When all gathered ‘round
With a purring CATCOPHONY
Drums began to beat!
The WHOO DOO of VOODOO
Of cats in the street!
They arched and swished tails
There was no time to waste!
For THIS was a dance off,
They needed first place!
SUDDENLY Poodles and Poms marched into the Square!
Bulldogs and Bostons twirled through the air!
Canines balanced on statues, jumped to the ground
The dance off was impressive,
But, there was one more round…
Suddenly in the silence: smoke and a spark!
A flame quickly lit: she emerged from the dark!
Miss Marie Laveau
Sat calmly in her chair
She would be the judge
To ensure the dance was fair
The Royalty of Meoux
Stepped into the street
Stood in plié
Pointed their feet
They leapt! They turned!
Flexible as only felines could be
The cat ballet concluded
As they did pirouettes with glee!
Her royal highness of canines
Stepped into the Square
Clasped her paws and paused….
It was dramatic and with flair!
CLAP! CLAP! She twirled
CLAP! CLAP! She spun
Guitar strings strummed
Her skirts stilled; she was done!
The Flamenco performance was exquisite and true…
Now the crews waited, who would Laveau choose!?
Miss Laveau held her palm wide
The dancers all watched…
What did her hand hide?
A gasp rippled through the Square
For in fact there were both
A Barkus and Meoux heir!
The crowd roared approval
Krewes danced into the night
Celebrations continue to this day,
They would no longer fight!
What did this night mean?
Now both Krewes had won?
In that moment, the Krewes combined…
And ever since…
Have been one.