Piddlin' Pete
A famous dog once came to town
Known to his friends as Pete
His pedigree was ten yards long
His looks were hard to beat
And as he trotted down the road
'twas beautiful to see
His work at every corner
Every post and every tree
He never missed a land mark
He never missed a post
For piddling was his masterpiece
And piddling pleased him most
The city dogs stood looking on
In deep and jealous rage
To see this little country dog
The piddler of his age
They smelt his efforts one by one
They smelt him two by two
But noble Pete in high disdain
Stood still 'til they were through
Then when they'd smelt him everywhere
The praise for him ran high
But when one smelt him underneath
Pete piddled in his eye
Just then to show these city dogs
He didn't care a damn
He strolled into the grocers shop
And piddled on the ham
He piddled on the cornflakes
He piddled on the floor
And when the grocer threw him out
He piddled up the door
Behind him all the city dogs
Debated what to do
They'd hold a piddling carnival
The hoop they'd put him through
They showed him all the piddling posts
They knew about the town
And off they set with many a wink
To wear the stranger down
But Pete was with them all the way
With vigour and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him
And on and on went noble Pete
As tireless as a windmill
And very soon those city dogs
Were piddled to a standstill
Then Pete an exhibition gave
Of all the ways to piddle
With double drips and fancy flips
And now and then a dribble
The city dogs said farewell Pete
Your piddling did defeat us
But no one ever put them wise
That Pete... he had diabetes.
by Leslie Sarony
A famous dog once came to town
Known to his friends as Pete
His pedigree was ten yards long
His looks were hard to beat
And as he trotted down the road
'twas beautiful to see
His work at every corner
Every post and every tree
He never missed a land mark
He never missed a post
For piddling was his masterpiece
And piddling pleased him most
The city dogs stood looking on
In deep and jealous rage
To see this little country dog
The piddler of his age
They smelt his efforts one by one
They smelt him two by two
But noble Pete in high disdain
Stood still 'til they were through
Then when they'd smelt him everywhere
The praise for him ran high
But when one smelt him underneath
Pete piddled in his eye
Just then to show these city dogs
He didn't care a damn
He strolled into the grocers shop
And piddled on the ham
He piddled on the cornflakes
He piddled on the floor
And when the grocer threw him out
He piddled up the door
Behind him all the city dogs
Debated what to do
They'd hold a piddling carnival
The hoop they'd put him through
They showed him all the piddling posts
They knew about the town
And off they set with many a wink
To wear the stranger down
But Pete was with them all the way
With vigour and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less
Were all the same to him
And on and on went noble Pete
As tireless as a windmill
And very soon those city dogs
Were piddled to a standstill
Then Pete an exhibition gave
Of all the ways to piddle
With double drips and fancy flips
And now and then a dribble
The city dogs said farewell Pete
Your piddling did defeat us
But no one ever put them wise
That Pete... he had diabetes.
by Leslie Sarony
