• I wish I could see Pongo again.
    My sweet, precious dalmatian.
    Why did he have to go daddy?

    My sweet, precious dalmatian,
    My parents said that he was at a farm,
    Where he could go out and play
    As much as he wants.
    But now I know that it was a lie,
    And now I cry and cry, every time I think about it.
    Crying, weeping, hugging myself until I fall asleep.

    My sweet, precious dalmatian.
    Why did he have to go?
    I loved him so much.
    And I still do so

    But as I glance at the sky,
    I look at the moon and a star close by.
    The star twinkled brightly
    And I smile sadly to myself, knowing the spirit
    Of my sweet precious dalmatian is with me.
    Pongo's spirit is still alive.