Classic Poem

A snub-nosed dog, to fat inclined,
Of the true hogan-mogan kind,
The favourite of an English dame,
Mynheer Van Trumpo was his name,
One morning as he chanced to range
Met honest Towzer on the 'Change.


‘An English dog can't take an airing
But foreign scoundrels must be staring.
I'd have your French dogs and your Spanish,
And all your Dutch and all your Danish,
By which our species is confounded,
Be hanged, be poisoned, and be drownèd;
No mercy on the race suspected,
Greyhounds from Italy excepted.

‘Well, of all dogs it stands confessed
Your English bull-dogs are the best,
I say it, and will set my hand to 't,
Camden records it, and I 'll stand to 't.’