“He might have been, A Mujaheddin, And in ambush lie in wait; Or patrol around, An Afghan town As a watchdog for the state.”

“He’s tall and slim, And full of vim, And smarter than Chow or Peke; Unthinkable, To risk Kabul, And Afghan hide-and-seek.”

“He goes for walks, In Bucks and Yorks, In search of doggy thrills; In his shaggy coat, He’s like a goat, But he seldom climbs the hills”

“The Afghan Hound, Is seldom found On high Himalayan plains; He lives instead In a wicker bed, In a terraced house in Staines.”

“My name’s Clyde Barrow, and this here’s Miss Bonnie Parker. We rob banks…”