Jules Rimet

The golden goddess lay under leaves

thrown in the roses by ’66 thieves

coppers look, detectives seek

she’s been missing for over a week

nothing would please a bobby more

than to get a result from their door to door

but they reckoned without a canine chancer

whose cold wet nose gave them the answer

like a snuffling, sleuthing truffle pig

piebald Pickles arrived to dig

the marvellous mutt dipped his snout

and only pulled the World Cup out

a mongrel star brings three lions alive

on Camberwell Road, the A215