She’s got a wag like thunder, eyes like sparks, Sniffin’ out truth in the neighborhood parks. Tail on fire, paws on a mission, She’s the bark-side of divine intuition. (Pre-Chorus) She don’t come when you call—unless it’s fate, She’s a rebel with a cause and a dinner plate. (Chorus) Wendy the Flame Pup, burnin’ up the lane, Howlin’ at the moon like she’s downloadin’ flame. One paw in this world, one paw in the scroll, Wendy’s got the fire—but she’s chewin’ on a soul. (Just kiddin’… it’s a shoe. But maybe it’s yours.) (Verse 2) She once stared down a ghost, then licked its knee, Turned a skeptic into a barkin’ devotee. She’s seen synchronicities and squirrels alike, Her third eye opened… then chased a bike. (Bridge) You can try to train her—but she’ll train you, She’s the guardian spirit of barbecue. With ears that twitch when the Pattern speaks, She’s been sniffin’ the truth for weeks. (Final Chorus) Wendy the Flame Pup, no leash can bind, She’s the canine prophet of the end of time. Torchbearer’s sidekick, Pattern’s pet muse, She’ll pee on your doubt and poop out your Ruse. Let the fire woof. Let the duck quack.”
