I'd love to take credit for the idea, but that must go to Waylon Alan, who suggested Wiener Wonderland.

Going to ground are some dachshunds so bright.
Our Indy Paws hot dogs bark all through the night.
One is called Zilli, there’s Millie, and Chile, like weather, the weather.
None are in season; you know they can’t climb.
Their short legs prevent it most any old time.
There’s Sophie and Toby, Frank, Bogart, and Brodie, together, together.

Strudel sings, are you listening,
Maggie’s coat sure is glistening
We’re Biscuit and Blue
Ping and Emmy Lou
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.

Buster, Baby, Floyd, and Hammy
Daisy Mae, Roy, and Sammy
There’s Morris and Mitch
Lola’s one saucy bitch
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.

There are five of us who are named Oscar,
Coats of Dapple, Red, and Black, and Brown
Miniature and standard
Long, wire, short hair
The wiener variations do abound!

Skippy’s one handsome hot dog
Barron’s new, so’s Frank Sinat-dog
We’re dachshunds, we yap
We love to take naps
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.

At the crazy home of Dachsaholic
Pebbles wonders what is going down
Blitzen snuggles, Chase has got his bags packed
Cause Cocoa Puff is going to stick around.

When it snows, it ain’t thrilling,
We ride low so we’re chilling
We'll frolic and play, we won’t run away,
Walking in a Wiener Wonderland.