PETER PIGEON
THE pigeons dwell in Pimlico; they mingle in the street;
They flutter at Victoria around the horses' feet;
They fly to meet the royal trains with many a loyal phrase
And strut to meet their sovereign on strips of scarlet baize;
But Peter, Peter Pigeon, salutes his cradle days.
The pigeons build in Bloomsbury; they rear their classic homes
Where pedants clamber sable steps to search forgotten tomes;