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
