Just this side of heaven, there is a place of endless spring,
Where Frenchie friends gather, and hear the angels sing.
There are sunny spots for napping, and clouds soft as a bed,
With no more heavy breathing or tired, aching heads.

All the Frenchies who were struggling, whose little backs were sore,
Are restored to perfect health, not hurting anymore.
They play and snort together, in the breeze so sweet and mild,
Running through the dandelion fields, entirely free and wild.

Until suddenly, one stops—those big bat ears perk high,
They look out toward the distance, beneath the golden sky.
They’ve spotted their favorite human, the one they love the most,
And as they sprint into your arms, they hold you safely close.