One time, I knew a pony named Kira
She was a looker, the color of wine from Madeira
People used to call her Kiwi as a nickname
She won big on the A circuit and gained some acclaim
The crowd used to watch her totally enthralled
Then one day they found Kiwi dead in her stall
Nobody knew why, like the Spanish inquisition
Animals named Kiwi could always end up in this position
So listen up close to my lyrical proposition
'Cause what I spit is the truth, and the word is the law
And if you don't buy it I'll show you poor Kiwi's jaw
R.I.P. Kira 1995-2003
True story. You better change your dog's name. 😐