Beauie B. Goode

[With sincerest apologies to the great Chuck Berry]

Way up in Indiana, just outside Southport,
Back up a cul-de-sac, near a kid's play fort,
There is a big house where the beagles all run,
Including Beauregard, that son of a gun.
He never learned to speak in hushed tones of voice;
Barking real loud is Beau's only choice.

Hush-hush!
Hush, Beauie, hush, hush!
Hush, Beauie, hush, hush!
Hush, Beauie, hush, hush!
Hush, Beauie, hush, hush!
Beauie, be good!

He'll carry off your shoes when your back is turned,
And eat all your food, whether raw or burned.
The bipeds would all see him chewing on a book,
Wondering why Beauie could be such a schnook.
The people visiting would see him munch on poo.
Oh my, how that little beagle boy can chew!

Oh No!
No, Beauie! No! No!
No, Beauie! No! No!
No, Beauie! No! No!
No, Beauie! No! No!
Beauie, be good!

His momma told him "Someday you will go too far,
And we might take a ride in that big old car."
Beauie looked at her with his eyes so sad,
Sorry that he’d made his momma so mad.
He licked her on the nose and she had to smile.
Saying "Beauie, you're my angel chile."

Good Beau!
Good Beauie, good Beau!
Good Beauie, good Beau!
Good Beauie, good Beau!
Good Beauie, good Beau!
Beauie's so good!