My Beagle Queen

[Daddy loves me! He wrote this while listening to "Black Peach", his favorite song by The Elms.]

A cute little hound dog everybody likes.
You sneak to the couch to steal some food from tykes.
It isn't that you don't know what you're doing's wrong.
It's just that you always hear a dinner gong.

You're my bee-eagle queen.

(Woof!)
Bold as a bandit, grabbing with your mouth.
One biscuit snatched and you high-tail it south.
Running like a cheetah, faster than a flame.
You move like a rabbit to sidestep any blame.

You're my bee-eagle queen.

You smell like dead skunk, where have you been?
You're gonna get washed before I let you in.
You act like you think you own that door.
But now you're going to find out what soap is for.

Sneaking in the bedroom to snooze away the night.
Cold nose on my back and I nearly die from fright.
Slip between the covers to keep all nice and warm.
Lick Mom on the knee and you cause a blanket storm.

You're my bee-eagle queen.

(Arf!)

You dig in the flowers, roll in the dirt.
You see the new neighbor and act a total flirt.
You spend all your time eating more more more.
And now you're gonna know what a diet's for.

Awroo-oo-oo-oo ...
Awroo-oo-oo-oo ...

We can't make popcorn and have any peace.
You won't stand for cold without your purple fleece.
You always remind me of joys from my youth.
We love you so much, and you know it's the truth.

You're my bee-eagle queen.
You're my bee-eagle queen.
You're my bee-ee-ee-eagle queeeeeeeeen.
My beagle queen!

(woof)