In fields of green, beneath the sky, Where whispered breezes softly sigh, There roams a spirit wild and free, Our Joyful Joy, a sight to see. With bounding steps and eyes aglow, She dances where the soft winds blow, A blur of rust through dappled shade, In childhood games eternally played. She chases shadows, swift and bright, Her heart a comet in flight's delight, Each squirrel's retreat a merry jest, Her playful bark a joyful quest. Outside, the earth beneath her paws, She finds life's rhythm, without pause, Our little girlfriend, second to none, A vizsla's legacy, a race well won. In every leap, in every bound, A melody in motion found, Our Joy, our dog, both wild and mild, Forever young, forever wild.