Paddington Went to Piddington

Paddington Went to Piddington

Paddington went to Piddington

To buy orange marmalade

And there by a pack

Of hard men-in-black

Was overly long delayed

Being too slight to pick a fight

He curtsied graciously

Requesting would they

Move out of the way

Lest he be late for his tea

We can’t comply came a curt reply

With nary a trace of sorrow

We’re guarding our kin

From strangers within

By order of Danny Tommo

Paddington fled from Piddington

And far beyond the station

A shred he spread

On slices of bread

Whilst pondering immigration

And from his plate a sandwich he ate

Thoroughly chewing it through

Upon which he chose

To keep his cards close

Regarding his birth in Peru