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MY LOST CHIHUAHUA


My little lost chihuahua, oh how I miss him so,

I can't hear his little feet scratchin at my door.

If you see him on the go, he will answer by the name Taco.

Taco is brown, with  a white chest and feet,

he's 12 years old and  17 pounds of muscle you see.

Blind in the right eye, and can barely see, he wears a little green collar with bells that ring.

He was lost in the Duncan Park area, among the big oak trees.

I think he was stolen from me.

He's skittish around males, but quite protective of me.

If you help return my Taco, to the place where he should be,

A great reward will be given to thee from me.

 

 
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