“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…”