It's probably best not to ask

For her birthday on the Seventeenth of May
Dorabella only had one thing to say
Of all the nice and normal things a little girl could ask for
All she wanted was a guanaco from Argentina

But her parents don’t approve of camelids
So a guanaco they instantly forbid
But it couldn’t cure her longing for the one thing she desired
All she wanted was a guanaco from Argentina

Oh, they offered her some other ungulates
And a pudu would have quite impressed her mates
But although a dik-dik’s cute she thought it really wouldn’t suit
All she wanted was a guanaco from Argentina

Every year, of course, the story was the same
Dorabella’s passion burned just like a flame
And one day her parents found a note that simply said these words:
“All I wanted was a guanaco from Argentina.”