In a world of dreams so vital,

Shines a poodle, crowned an idol.

With fluffy curls and soulful eyes,

She steals the stage, her spirit flies.

A gentle wag, a charming stride,

She owns the crowd with boundless pride.

Her paws tap rhythms, her heart’s a beat,

Every step is joy, her moves complete.

Through the spotlight’s beam, she prances,

Every move ignites new chances.

Her energy, so pure, so vital,

A melody sung in a dreamlike cycle.

She leaps through rings, she twirls in air,

The crowd erupts, they’re all aware.

This poodle idol, fierce yet sweet,

Makes every moment feel elite.

Oh, poodle, idol, heart of gold,

Your magic never will grow old.

You light the world with joy so primal,

Forever our love, forever our title.

So sing your song, oh star so bright,

Guide us through the endless night.

For in your glow, the world feels right—

The poodle idol, our pure delight.