A fierce looking man and exceedingly old
He had lived all his previous life in the town
And on local peasants he surely looked down
He was tall bald myopic lived up to his name
Sir Lee Oldgitt,with no claim to fame
His dog whom no one loved mutch
A burly bull terrier named Butch
On his first day. when most were asleep
Out walking his dog on the hills he saw sheep;
And out of control this crazy dog ran
Frightening fourty and killing one lamb:
At this our colonel was seemingly riled
for why would a farmer let sheep run wild?
So he said in the manor back home with his wife
Ive seen nothing more ridiculous dear-- in me life.
To be a country gentleman he simply will not fail
so he takes dog and shotgun out for walkies in the hail
From the bush at daybreak he blasts a Nightingale
Believing to his city roots that hes just" bagged" a quail
The womens Guild he upset them all
By double booking the Village Hall
Inevitably hed suffer loss
For hed just shot his Albatross
Beware of Tigers so they say
And Lions who may people slay
Were scared of Dragons you and I
But no One beats the W.I.
Butch too became a village pest
Attacking cats and dogs with zest;
Just before dusk he was seen
To defacate on the village green:
Rough justice came on a bright summer day
Walking a path near his home so they say
Both dog and colonel were trampled(dont laugh)
By a large group of cattle defending a calf.
The moral of this simple tale
It simply is no joke
If you move to the country do not fail
To fit in with us simple folk.
TEDDY
That's brilliant Teddy, 
