The Battle of 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 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 in 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 reason, but the most people think
He'd slipped in 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

Now the Peke although people may say what they please
Is no British Dog but a Heathen Chinese
And so all Pekes when they heard 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 Pollicles like
For you Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke

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