The Zoe Dance

We have a small pooch Zoe and there’s this dance she does When the bathrooms steamy, the tubs all sudsy and drains is fill with fuzz First, she gets these crazy eyes while the soap drips from her ears Then her body starts to shake as she’s turned toward the mirror Rinsed and toweled she pokes out her head from her little mummy’s tomb And when she sees just how she looks excitement fills the room She explodes just like a rocket propelled toward the sky Then she runs and wags and rolls around and we laugh until we cry She turns upside down and does somersaults like a circus acrobat Then she spazzes out and climbs the walls like a naked crazy cat Her tawny coat, soft and sweet, looks like a porcupine And her graceful flag-like tail looks quite electrified So, I ask my family, why she it is does this deranged dance Its like she thinks her death is near and getting dry in her last chance She discombobulates her body ‘til each last hair is dry Then finally she settles down thinking she may have just survived And she looks at me so lovingly with her kinky tossled mess And I smile at her with my whole heart knowing her dance is the best.