The Sighthounds' Ball

Greyhound, lurchers, whippets, all
Going to the Sighthounds' Ball.
Cats are not allowed in there.
Smaller furies be aware!

There's Saluki see her sprint
Of all the hounds the prettiest bint.
Reminding us of desert sand
And Arab hunts in sunny land.

Now take this whippet, from up north,
Whom macho miners bred for sport.
He will not leave his sofa now
Except when sighthounds take their bow.

Ah! Noble Greyhound, we have seen
How antique portraits set your scene.
Where gazing on your master's face
You are aristocratic grace.

But what is this! The lurcher girl
Her strong emotions in a whirl.
Spies a gatecrasher to the Ball,
Airedale, most manly dog of all.