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The Pekes and the Pollicles

Of the awful battle of the pekes and the pollicles
together with some account of the participation
of the pugs and the poms
and the intervention of the great Rumpus Cat.

The pekes and the pollicles everyone knows
are proud and implaccable passionate foes.
It is always the same wherever one goes.
And the pugs and the poms although most people say
that they do not like fighting yet once in a way,
they now and again, join into the fray and they
bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark,
until you can hear them all over the park.
Now on the occasion of which I shall speak,
almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(and that's a long time for a pol or a peke)
the big police dog was away from his beat,
I don't know the reson but most people think
he slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink.
And no one at all was about on the street
when a peke and a pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance or exactly retreat
but they glared at each other and scraped thei hind feet.
And started to bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark
until you could hear them all over the park.
Now the peak, althought people may say what they please,
is no British dog, but a heathen Chinese.
And so all the pekes when they heard the uproar,
some came to the window, some came to the door.
And together they started to grumble and weeze
in their huffery snuffery heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what pollicles like,
for your pollicle dog is your dor yorkshire tyke.

There are dogs out of every nation,
the Irish, the Welsh and the Dane,
the Russian, the Dutch, the dalmation,
and even from China and Spain.
The poodle the pom the Altasian,
and the Masttiff who walks on a chain.

And to those that are frisky and frollicle,
let my meaning be perfectly plain,
that my name it is Little Tom Pollicle,
and you better not do it again.

And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters
and every dog jack of them notable fighters.
And so they stepped out with their pipers in order
playing When the Blue Bonnets Come Over the Border.

Then the pugs and the poms held no longer aloof,
but some from the balcony, and some from the roof,
joined into the din with a
bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark,
until you could hear them all over the park.

Huffery snuffery huffery snuffery
huffery snuffery huffery snuff
until you could hear them all over the park.
*All "dogs" start barking*

NOOO!!!!!!

And when these bold heros together assembled,
the traffic all stopped, and the underground trembled.
And some of the neighbors were so much afraid,
that they started to bring in the fire brigade.
When suddenly up from a small basement flat,
why who should stalk out,
but the Great Rumpus Cat!

His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
he gave a great yawn and his jaws were amazing.
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
you never saw anything fiercer....or hairier.

And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
the pekes and the pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked to the sky and he gave a great leap
and they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the police dog returned to his beat,
there wasn't a single one left on the street.

All hail and all bow to the Great Rumpus Cat!