Oh, little pug with wrinkled face,

King of the cutest pudding race,

With bulging eyes and snorting nose,

A characterful trot wherever he goes.

Your curly tail a perfect swirl,

Your spirit bright, a joyful pearl,

You snore you wheeze you grunt, you sigh,

And yet you steal each passerby.

Upon the sofa, your throne so grand,

You claim each lap with soft demand,

With tilted head you gaze so wise,

You weave your spell with those soulful eyes.

Your doggy friends they are your gang,

With two sausages and a Pomeranian you hang,

Not forgetting your bestest chum,

A beautiful pug by the name of yum yum.

No grand pursuits or noble chase,

Just sunshine naps and warm embrace,

A loyal heart so full and true,

Oh, Puggy Smalls, we do love you.