Such a prissy, sissy missy
Pattering, prattering all day long.
Light foot prancing, always dancing,
Making your master sing your song.
Just a fluffy little fru fru.
Nervous Nellie, take a pill.
Pompous with your pompadour.
Looking at you makes me ill.
When you speak, instead of warning,
Only an annoying whine.
All I want to tell you is to
Stick it where the sun don’t shine.
Some may say that you’re a sweet
And precious little cuddle-bug.
But it would suit me to a tee
To never see your fru fru mug.
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