This is a bizarre one. You can hear it sung by Billy Murray at YouTube, or see the sheet music at Mississippi State University's web site.


FIDO IS A HOT DOG NOW
Words by Charles McCarron and Thomas J. Gray; music by Raymond Walker, ©1914.

1. We had a dog name Fido that I liked very much.
I used to spend all my dough for puppy cakes and such.
Our fam'ly learned to love him; to our hearts he was endeared,
But now they've gone in mourning 'cause poor Fido's disappeared.

CHORUS: But I won't look all over,
The way they did for Rover,
'Cause I know just where little Fido's gone. (Poor dog!)
He's in a place below,
Where all the naughty doggies go,
Down, down, down, where there isn't any snow.
Though his hair was short, and his tail was long,
I miss the little devil somehow. (Bow wow!)
{But he won't get cold feet at that.
There'll be too much mustard where he's at.}
Fido is a hot dog now.

2. We never had a burglar; they wouldn't take a chance,
'Cause they knew little Fido would hang on to their pants.
I used to love bologna; 'twas the only meat I'd get,
But now I cannot eat it; it reminds me of my pet.

ON SECOND CHORUS, SUBSTITUTE:
{He's smothered now in sauerkraut.
'Twill take too long to dig him out.}