About That Big (England) Job
¶ 1
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I’ve done some ‘big-jobs’ in my time
upon the field and ground
by birth-right I am Scottish
and in the West I’m found
when last the post was offered
like lamps on any street
I raised a leg and cocked my head
but at the end was beat
¶ 2
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they know me as the terrier
I’m dashing debonaire
when Fawlty Towers was on the screen
my name was everywhere
I think you get the picture
the missing wheel and cog
my name is Basil Westy
I’m Stroud’s poetic dog
¶ 3
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I’m tempted by the media
the money it means nought
for unlike cats with their own flaps
I cannot just nip out
a faithful friend a chaser
a man of pride and rage
that’s me the white and fluffy one
right here on this home page
¶ 4
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it might be risky to apply
it could end in disaster
but it’s not really down to me
you’ll’ have to ask my master …
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