Little FiFi’s gonna die.
Look at that poor little Wiener Doodle rolling around in the grass, racing invisible particles wherever she smells them.
So care-free, so wide-eyed, our Little FiFi.
She doesn’t know, of course,
that her time is short.
That any day might be her last.

Oh, sweet FiFi:
enjoy these days as best you can.
Treasure your time
while you take your pleasure
free of pain,
ignorant of the future.

Sweet FiFi lives unaware of what is to come
unclear that there’s nothing to do
to avert her fatal fate
if she keeps barking like a jerk.