When I shag my poodle, Fancy Free,
Canine's just eyed me lewdly--
Her hair gets a fluffin'.
People have no real appeal. . .
Tiny dogs--what make me reel--
Spurning women, burning,

And who've got the ache.
I'd sooner one that shakes hands: doggoner; how I long fer
The canine of my dreams, with uncrossable genes.

When I shag my poodle, Fancy Free,
Canine's just eyed me lewdly--
My hair gets a fluffin'.
People just can't understand
Why my love on four legs stands,
Goin' for sticks throwin'.

Unlike girls I make,
Fancy Free won't fake it when I warm her.
Yes, she takes the cake
From the table, and that's when I warn her: that's bad manners
The canine of my dreams, she's my dog-kibble queen.