Aleu, Aleu Aleu, what cha goin' do
She's a sucker for a mate; and pups too
Trotting she comes to the mate finder
Not knowing what to asspect, she sits
Waiting a for a grador; Calin perhaps
To have terra and a family, pups with sweet faces
Jumpy and playing all over the place
Where could my dream mate be?
The breeze flaps her fur; brown and white
Still there is nothing in slight.
Bored, she lays down
On the hard rammed earth where many have come
and passed their blood on.
Oh Aleu, Aleu I don't know what cha goin do