I had to walk her poodle
With its yip and yap and all.
A poodle’s just not a dog.
It won’t even chase a ball.

The fellows would meet at Joe’s,
Where we’d play a game or two.
But dogs are never allowed,
Just what was a man to do?

That was when I saw the sign.
It said, “Service dogs allowed.”
I put on some dark glasses
Pushed my way in through the crowd.

But a man stopped me and said,
“Dogs are not allowed in here.”
I said, “But he’s a guide dog,
I just want to get a beer.”

He said, looking at Pierre,
“I think I’ve seen every kind.
But I’ve not seen a poodle,
That was trained to guide the blind.”

He was such a great big guy,
That I thought he’d do me harm.
I had to act real quickly,
So I grabbed him by the arm.

I said, “Don’t that just gall you,
How people are so unkind?
That they would take advantage,
Of someone like me who’s blind?

The dog school took my money!
They took the whole caboodle.
They said it was a Shepherd
You tell me It’s a POODLE!”