I had a dog named Fido,
That I liked very much,
I used to spend all my dough,
For puppy cakes and such;
Our fam'ly learned to love him,
To our hearts he was endeared,
But now they're gone in mourning,
'Cause poor Fido disappeared.

But I won't look all over, the way they did for Rover,
'Cause I know just where little Fido gone, (Poor dog!)
He's in a place below, where all the naughty doggies go,
Down, down, down, where there isn't any snow.

Tho' his hair was short, and his tail was long,
I miss the little devil somehow, bow-wow.
But he won't get cold feet at that,
There's too much mustard where he's at,
Fido is a "hot-dog" now.

We never had a buglar
They wouldn't take a chance,
'Cause they know the little Fido,
Would hang on to their pants;
I used to love lologna
'Twas the only meat I'd get,
But now I can not eat it,
It reminds me of my pet

But I won't look all over, the way they did for Rover,
'Cause I know just where little Fido gone, (Poor dog!)
He's in a place below, where all the naughty doggies go,
Down, down, down, where there isn't any snow.

Tho' his hair was short, and his tail was long,
I miss the little devil somehow, bow-wow.
He's smothered now in Sauerkraut,
T'will take to long to dig him out.
Fido is a "hot-dog" now.