There lives a dog who is six pounds
and quite accustomed to many names,
but none serve her more suitably
than Pepé le Pew!
Pepé le Pew has ears misproportioned to
the size of her tiny head; did I mention
one ear flops?
No, no I believe I did not.
She chases her tail and whines at a high-pitch,
flips on her back and bends her tiny paws,
kisses are bountiful–but oh my,
Pepé le Pew, you have bad breath!
A delightful source of entertainment,
how great is my love for you,
which is why I shall never say,
“Pepé le Pew, I bid you adieu!”