Hubby says I’ve gone completely ga-ga
Because I really, really want a chihuahua
Friends warn me they go yippity-yappity
But I’ve never heard even one go zippity-zappity
What simply can’t be variable
I want a dog that’s completely carryable
And a chihuahua’s demeanor seems so happy-go-lucky
Even around great big dogs, they are rather plucky
But Betty the cat insists our house will not hold
Both her and a tail-wagging creature so bold
So alas my chihuahua remains just a wild hope
Until one day still dogless, I won’t be able to cope