TOGETHER
WITH
SOME
ACCOUNT
OF
THE
PARTICIPATION
OF
THE
PUGS
AND
THE
POMS,
AND
THE
INTERVENTION
OF
THE
GREAT
RUMPUSCAT
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,
will
often
display
Every
symptom
of
wanting
to
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
most
people
think
He'd
slipped
into
the
Bricklayer's
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
the
Pekes,
when
they
heard
the
uproar,
Some
came
to
the
window,
some
came
to
the
door;
There
were
surely
a
doyen,
more
likely
a
score.
And
together
they
started
to
grumble
and
wheeye
In
their
huffery-snuffery
Heathen
Chinese.
But
a
terrible
din
is
what
Pollicles
like,
for
your
Pollicle
Dog
is
a
dour
Yorkshire
tyke,
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
Came
Over
the
Border.
Then
the
Pugs
and
the
Poms
held
no
longer
aloof,
But
some
from
the
balcony,
some
from
the
roof,
Joined
in
To
the
din
With
a
Bark
bark
bark
bark
Bark
bark
BARK
BARK
Until
you
could
hear
them
all
over
the
Park.
Now
when
these
bold
heroes
together
assembled,
The
traffic
all
stopped,
and
the
Underground
trembled,
And
some
of
the
neighbours
were
so
much
afraid
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
RUMPUSCAT.
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
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
in
the
street.
