PIDDLING 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 while they were through
Then when they'd smelt everywhere the praise for him ran high
But when one smelt him underneath he piddled in his eye
Just then to show these city dogs he did'nt 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 the city dogs debated what to do
They'd hold a piddler carnival the hoop they'd put him through
They showed him all the piddling posts they knew about the town
And they set off with many winks 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
Of double drops 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 had diabetes.