Paroles The awful battle of the pekes and the pollicles Musical

The awful battle of the pekes and the pollicles

Munkustrap
Jellicle Cats meet once a year
On the night we make the Jellicle Choice
And now that the Jellicle Leader is here,
Jellicle Cats can all rejoice!

Of the awful battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles
Together with some account
Of the participation
Of the Pugs and the Poms, and the intervention of the Great Rumpus Cat

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable, passionate foes;
It is always the same, wherever one goes
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting. Yet, once in a way,
They now and again join into the fray
And they:

All
Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark

Munkustrap
Until you could hear them all over the park

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog was away from his beat -
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink -
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet,
And they:

Peke
Bark

Pollicle
Bark

Peke
Bark

Pollicle
Bark
Bark

Peke
Bark

Pollicle
Bark

Peke
Bark

Munkustrap
Until you could hear them all over the park

And they:

Pekes
Bark

Pollicles
Bark

Pekes
Bark

Pollicles
Bark
Bark

Pekes
Bark

Pollicles
Bark

Pekes
Bark

Munkustrap
Until you could hear them all over the park

Now the Peke, although most people may say what they please,
Is no British Dog, but Heathen Chinese
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There was surely a dozen, more likely a score.
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
For your Pollicle Dog is a Doryorkshire tyke,

Pollicles
There were dogs out of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh, and the Dane
The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmation
And even from China and Spain
From the poodle, the balmy Alstation
And the Basset who growls on the train

Munkustrap
And to those that are frisky and frollicle
That my mean be perfectly plain

Pollicles
That my name is Little Tom Pollicle
And you better not do it again!

Munkustrap
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And ever dog-jack of them notable fighters;
and so they stepped out with their pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a:

All
Bark Bark Bark Bark
Bark Bark Bark Bark

Munkustrap
Until you could hear them all over the park

All
Huffery-snuffery, huffery-snuffery,
Huffery-snuffery, huffery-snuff!

Munkustrap
Until you could hear them all over the park.

All
(Barking)

Munkustrap
NO!!

When these bold heroes together assembled,
The traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,
And some of the neighbors were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When suddenly up from a small basement flat.
Why who should stalk out but,

All
The Great Rumpus Cat!

Munkustrap
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
What with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked to the sky and he gave a great leap -
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left on the street.

All
All hail and all bow to the Great Rumpus Cat!

Old Deuteronomy
Jellicle Cats and Dogs all must
Pollicle Dogs and Cats all must
Like undertakers, come to dust!

The action is intruded by yet another crash from the villainous Macavity, which sends the cats scurrying! Old Deuteronomy soothes them, as they come back one by one. It is time for "The Jellicle Ball," the great yearly dance in which all of the cats celebrate