Black Cats Our battle cry is like thunderclap Our hands are razor-sharp daggers We wear black coveralls and Balaclavas We are called Black Cats. We are fierce and battle hardened soldiers We are formidable warriors We made you flee We made you plea for safe passage. You shook with terror Our swords are swift, unhesitating and unforgiving Faces are rugged Bodies made of steel. Our toddlers amuse themselves with tiger cubs and krait's snakelets We trot on landmines like we jog on a lazy, Sunday morning We tame white tigers when we are bored -- it is our favorite pastime We don't even have to kill you -- mock execution is enough.