Tra-la-la-laaaa

Here's a song I just made up and sang, with no discernible melody whatsoever, to Rosie, who's sitting on my lap:

Helloooooo!
You are my little guardian doggggg
you protect me from big bad monsters
and from being lonely

you eat my french toast
because you like to eat people food more then you like to eat dog food
you are so cute
you are my little Rosie doggggggg

The End

I'm so talented, sometimes it just boggles the mind.