Dead puppies aren't much fun.
They don't come
When you call
They don't chase
Squirrels at all
Dead puppies aren't much fun.

My puppy died
Late last fall
He's still rotting
In the hall
Dead puppies aren't much fun

Mom says puppy's
Days are through
She'd going to put him
In the stew
Dead puppies aren't much fun


And in the same vein

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
Who I hit with the power mower
One leg is missing
The other is gone
The third leg is scattered
All over the lawn
No need for explaining
The one leg remaining
Is spinning on the car port door
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
Who I overlooked before.

I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
Who I hit with the power mower
Rover's not eating
He no longer barks
He hit the propellor
And turned into sparks
No need for explaining
There's no dog remaining
He's part of the grass you see
I'm looking over my dead dog Rover
Whom I sent to eternity.