Then a little bulldog entered. His name (we have learned) was Benny. And although he once had principles, he abandoned them to live as a lapdog to a wealthy daughter of the revolution.
1, 2, 3, "That's bull," he said. "Ever since the cat took up the fiddle the cow's been jumpy. The dish and the spoon were evicted from the table and eloped; she's had trouble with her milk and that moon ever since. Maybe it's a female thing... 'cause who'd want to leave Cyberland, anyway? Walls ain't so bad. The dish and the spoon, for instance, they're down on their luck, they come a-knockin' on my doghouse door, and I say: 'Not in my backyard, utensils! Go back to China! (bah-dee-baaaauuh)"