NATIONAL ANTHEM

The Pekingese...

disdain to please...

on any set design

But make a thrall...

of one and all...

by simple right Divine.

The Pekingese...

abstain from fleas...

and doggy things like that

And hate it when...

unthinking men...

compare them to the cat

The Pekingese...

have feathered knees...

and plumes where tails should be

And as they race...

around the place...

they ripple like the sea

The Pekingese...

 adore their ease...

and slumber like the dead

In comfort curled...

they view the world...

as one unending bed

The Pekingese...

on China's seas...

embarked to win the west

A piece of Ming's...

a lovely thing...

but oh,

THE DOGS ARE BEST!

By E.V. Lucas