Until he came to London town, where nothing he could see,
Because all things were bidden with a fog as thick as could be.
Before he'd even time to think, this 'ristocratic pup,
He found himself in a small cage with all the doors shut up,
And many men were standing round and gazing long at him,
While passing comments on his shape of head, and tail, and limb.
Kent glared at them in silence and he would not wag his tail,
In fact just like a good young boy who might be put in jail
When he had never done a thing to break the country's law,
So felt this little terrier, this pup without a flaw.