chihuahua!

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Well, I used to have a doggie and his name was Little Gomez,

'Cause you see he was a Mexican Chihuahua.

There wasn't much of him, but what there was, was all cajones.

He was certainly a randy little fella'.

Large dogs, small dogs, it mattered not to him,

The canine equivalent of Errol Flynn.

At the drop of a sombrero he'd jump up and get stuffed in,

Taking Gomez out for walks, it was embarrassin'.

I remember one day in the park his tally rose by four,

While in the square, a crowd was amassin'.

Two highly strung French Poodles, a golden Labrador,

And a Raccoon who just happened to be passin'.

I tried every way to curb his carnal appetite,

I kept him on a leash by day and locked him up at night.

I even put saltpeter in his doggie Meaty Bites,

But the only thing that might have worked was kryptonite.

The only thing that might have worked was kryptonite.

Then came that fateful day, when he tried to consummate,

A liaison with a Saint Bernard called Broadwin.

And although he was fighting quite well above his weight,

He didn't let this awful prospect daunt him.

He nearly pulled it off, Oh what an acrobat.

Then Broadwin deposed and down she sat.

They say that after making love, you often feel quite flat

I'm sure that Little Gomez would agree with that.

I buried Little Gomez in the park, his happy hunting ground.

A sad but fitting finale.

I had to dig a grave that was shallow, flat and round,

Cause he looked like a squashed tamale.

But I really miss my wee Chihuahua chum,

So I went down to the pet shop to get another one.

I went in feeling happy, but I came out feeling glum,

Cause the man down at the pet shop liked corny puns.

The man down at the pet shop liked corny puns.

And he said, "Yes, we have no Chihuahuas.

We have no Chihuahuas, today.

We have Dalmatians, creations, results from all flirtations,

A half Pekinese, and a Char-pei.

But, Yes, we have no Chihuahuas.

We have no Chihuahuas, today.

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