Rufus, in his cap, in Central Park
Twas the Night Before Westminster
By Rufus
Twas the night before Westminster, when all through the hotel
All the creatures were stirring, yes even a Xolo
But dad in his skivvies and I in my cap
Tried to settle our brains for a good Midtown nap
When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter
Away to the door I flew like a flash
Dad opened it up and and to the lobby I ran to make a big splash
The flash bulbs from the paparazzi, you know
Gave the luster of mid-day to the critters below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Miniature Poodle and one of those new breeds, on the name I'm not clear
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the front desk
The prancing and pawing of my great nemesis
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Through the revolving door arrived that Pekingese with a bound
He was wearing lots of fur, but no head and no foot
Looked like a mess and just wouldn't stay put
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled the seats at the Garden, yes it really does irk
And laying his paw aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the podium he rose.
