Does a Scots cat
meow with a thick highland burr?
Or is it an
international purr?
Would a Siamese
cat understand what he heard?
Or would a wise
fluffy Persian translate every word?
If a Turkish and
Tabby were caught up tree
Could they ask
for some help from a passing Burmese?
Is it the same
all over the place?
Would dogs find
it hard to talk with their race?
An Alsatian, I
presume, would talk in
That a Dachshund
or Schnauzer would find rather crass.
Though a
Wolfhound and Bloodhound would struggle a bit,
They’d get
through the day with a bit of dog grit.
Which brings me,
quite nicely, to the dog of the Queen,
The little welsh
Corgi, not that often seen.
Does it bark to
the tune of the valleys of
Or just get by
with a wag of its tail?
The old English
Sheepdog with it’s gravelly sound
Must surely not
grasp the cool Afghan hound.
And
Cause not many
people can utter their name.
Then the cows
and insects are in the same boat,
Along with the
deer, the sheep and the goats,
The pigs and the
horses, the birds and the fish,
So many tongues
thrown into the dish.
But the
strangest of all, I’m sure you agree,
Is the glottal
produce of humanity.
Be you Frenchman
or Chinese, German or Brit,
You’ll never go
short of a way to transmit.
We can talk to
the dogs, the cats and the sheep,
Like Dr Dolittle
or Little Bo Peep,
You can walk
into
And manage to
talk with no more than a smile.
So dogs can bark
and the cats can meow,
While the sheep
bleat away to a dumbfounded cow;
But none of
those creatures, however they try,
Can outfox a man
with the wink of an eye.
