МЛЕЧНЫЙ ПУТЬ №3, 2016(18)

There are dogs out of every nations,The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane,The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian,And even from China and Spain;The Poodle, the Pom, the AlsatianAnd the mastiff who walks on a chain.And to those that are frisky and frollicalLet my meaning be perfectly plain:

That my name it is Little Tom Pollical –And you’d better not do it again. There are dogs that are sniffy and curious,There are dogs that are drowsy and dumb;There are dogs that are sleeky and spurious,There are dogs that are mimsy and mum.There are dogs that are frantic and furious –And I say of such: let ‘em all come.

And to those that are rowdy and rollicalLet my meaning be perfectly plain:That my name it is Little Tom Pollical –And you’d better not do it again. There are dogs that are frowsy and frumpious,There are dogs that are freaky and frail;There are dogs that are growly and grumpious,There are dogs that are puny and pale.

But I say, if you’re surly and scrumpious,Just you tread on the tip of my tail!For my meaning is not amphibolicalAnd I’d like it to be very plainThat my name it is Little Tom PollicleAnd you’d better not do it again. For my motto is still cave canem –That’s the cry of the Pollicle Clan,

And our words we’ll not stop to explain ‘em,But bark ‘em as loud as we can.For the way to show how you disdain ‘emIs to bark at dog, devil and man.And be ye the most diabolicalOf what diabolic may be –Yet my name it is Little Tom Pollical,And WHA MAUN MEDDLE WI’ ME?

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