Mongrels the lot, hissed a voice of distaste,
they wrung around to see the lord of the estate.
He had his nose turned up, malice in his eyes,
while he sang his woe at witnessing such a sight.
The society nodded their heads in agreement,
pleased to silently voice their own detesment,
but they were yet to behold the reckless courage of heads always bowed,
they had mistaken the waves of the sea to the pliable shore!