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The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles

Of the aweful battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles
Togehter with some account
Of the aprticipation of the Pugs and the Poms And the intervention of the Great Rumpus Cat

The Pekes and the Pollicles everyone knows
Are proud and implacable 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
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 reason 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 their hind feet
And started to
Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Until you could hear them all over the park and they

Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Bark, bark
Until you could hear them all over the park

Now the Peke although people may say what they please
Is no Britisch dog but a heathen Chinese
And so all Pekes when they herard the uproar Some came to the window, some came to the door

There were surely a dozen, more likely a score
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery heathen Chinese
But a terrible din is what a Pollicles like
For your Pollicle dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke

There are dogs of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane
The Russian, the Duch, the Dalmatain
And even from China and Spain
The poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian
And the mastiff who walks on a chain
And to those that are frisky and frolical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain
That my name it is Little Tom Pollicle
And you´d better not do it again
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters

And verey 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 frome the balcony, some from the roof
Joined in to the din with a Bark, Bark Bark, Bark Bark, Bark
Until you could hear them all over the park Huffery-snuffery huffery-snuffery
Huffery-snuffery huffery-snuffery
Until you could hear them all over the park

Now When these bold heroes togehter assembled
The traffic all stopped and the
Underground trembled And some of the neighbours were so much afraind
That they started to ring up 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 at the sky and he gave a grat leap And they every last one of them scattered like sheep
And when the Police Dog returnd to his beat

There wasn´t a single one left on the street
All hail and all power to the Great Rumpus Cat

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