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.
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