There was a Chihuahua from Chicago
He was friendly but tough you know
He would be courteous and polite
But if you crossed him he'd bite
His street name was Santiago
He hung out by West Garfield Park
It was hard to hear him when he would bark
At nighttime in certain spots
All you would hear is gunshots
It happened every evening after dark
There was crime all over those streets
Nobody was handing out doggy treats
This was by no means a resort
North of the Midway airport
And over and over crime repeats
The city was bad and things got nutty
But he still hung out with his buddies
They would go out for pita
Or to meet senoritas
Once in awhile run around and get muddy
There was graffiti from paint sprayers
Santiago's head needed some Bayer
Problems seemingly insurmountable
No one ever held them accountable
Nothing was ever done by the mayor
The mayor helped to defund the police
In Chicago it's catch and release
So bad guys keep on shooting
And criminals keep on looting
For Santiago there was no peace
One day an idea came to Santiago
He got online and checked out Trivago
He booked himself a trip
On a huge cruise ship
For once he got himself out of Chicago
For a week he enjoyed his getaway
In the windy city he didn't want to stay
So when he got his diploma
He moved to Oklahoma
To him that was the most glorious day
He still face-timed his buddies on his phone
He'd send them a care package with a bone
But he had no regrets he left
Not missing the murder and theft
Relieved to be out of that war zone
He missed hanging out with his friend Diego
But staying in Chicago was no bueno
He sure was glad to be gone
From where guns were always drawn
He was willing to take a risk on a tornado