I have a dog named Fred,
Who is now very dead,
Someone bashed in his head.
My poor dog named Fred.

Oh, my dog named Fred,
"Woof", is all he ever said,
Leftovers is all he was ever fed,
But now, Fred is dead.

Look at my dog named Fred,
He is turning the sidewalk red,
With the blood flowing from his head.
Tonight he won't sleep in my bed.

My dead dog named Fred,
Who's murderers have fled,
I'll bury him in mom's rose bed.
I'll miss my dog named Fred.