I have puppies everywhere, I have puppies galore,

I’m just about fed up with them, I gonna pitch ‘em out the door

Some say they like them, they say there’re cute and nice.

But I just sit here scrach’n , I think they got the lice.

They say you cannot eat them, They say there’re not to sweet,

But I bet if you deep fried ‘em, they’d really be a treat.

Perhaps you could run ‘em thru and toss ‘em on the grill,

With a little sauce and veges, they’d be Shis-ca-bob to trill.

Perhaps we could boil ‘em up, with a white sauce, oh that’s fine,

Then we could serve ‘em up with a twenty year old wine.

Or toss ‘em in the oven, of course they’d be under glass

Then feed them to the King and Queen, a meal of course with class.

Perhaps we could bar-b-que ‘em out side for all to see,

And we’d invite the neighbors and tell them its chick-a-dee.

Or sell them to MacDonald’s, to make burgers for the poor,

George Henry Nichols