I'll spin a yarn 'bout a Pollicle

Who had to unite with a Jellicle

To go to war

And give what for

To an enemy who was quite terrible


Pouncival, tortoiseshell mixed in with white

Bingle, a Pollicle, on his feet, light

Must work together

To beat a feathered

Villain who's itching to start a fight


Romsguard the Raven was a big jerk

Who ponced about like an avian berk

He annoyed cats

And dogs and rats

All while wearing a smug, beaky smirk


The raven constantly had his fat say

Squawking all night and all of the day

He swiped their food

Was both loud and rude

That cheeky Romsguard would have to pay


Bingle and Pouncival growled at their foe

This corvid ratbag would have to go

They'd had enough

Of his dumb stuff

Their revenge would not be slow


Together they shared a few quiet words

They were going to get this smart-alec bird

He would go down

And remain on the ground

Nevermore would Romsguard be heard


They lured their enemy onto a farm

Where they trapped him inside a barn

He could not escape

From his dark fate

He was in for a world full of harm


Romsguard was in trouble quite deep

As Bingle and Pouncival worked a plan neat

Bingle used his nimble feet

To harass the pesky bird so fleet

Pouncival lurked, to time it right

To pounce and stop the raven's flight


That was the end of the flying hell-spawn

Their plan was good and Romsguard was gone

He would no more

Darken their door

Of a new age this might be a dawn


Bingle and Pouncival agreed from now on

That perhaps they could just leave each other alone

And lay off this war

That left both groups sore

And Maybe less spats

Between dogs and cats

Less violent calls

Would help them all

But for now the two of them simply went home