La Vida Chihuahua

You were the pitch-dog for Taco Bell

You advertised their crunchy shell

You promoted their tostada

“Yo Quiero” was your motto

Your pitch went on, so long and yappy

Twas not your fault the food tastes crappy

You got paid by Taco Bell

That’s what made you wag your tail

You promoted spicy food

With bravado and with attitude

We bid farewell, cute little fellow

Rest in Peace in doggie cielo