Little Black-Tri
(words mostly written by Anne, um, and Brian Wilson, too; sing it to the tune of Little Deuce Coupe)

Well I ain't braggin' man so don't put me down
But I've got the fastest little Aussie in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
'Cause if she had a set a wings, man, I know she could fly
She's my little black-tri
You don't know what I've got

Just a little black-tri with a stubborn will
But she'll walk your border collie like she's standin' still
She's a supermodel pup and she's lots of fun
Swims faster than Phelps without her Speedos on
She's my little black-tri
You don't know what I've got

She won a best of breed by keepin' four on the floor
And she roars like a Rottie when you knock on my door
And if that ain't enough to make you bite your lip
There's one more thing - she is the breed standard, baby!

In the flyball lanes, when the light turns green
Well she blows them outta the water like you've never seen
I get pulled out of shape when she tugs left and right
With her full dentition and her scissor bite
She's my little black-tri
You don't know what I've got

She's my little black-tri
You don't know what I've got