Dax, the Dancing Dachshund
His twinkling toes, his glossy fur -
this dog is not a common cur,
a diamond collar round his throat,
and seven maids to brush his coat,
his hat perched lightly on his head,
a black tuxedo lined with red
he moves with style, with grace, with ease
and never stops to scratch his fleas.
The lady canines wait their turn
to take a spin with Dax they yearn,
a fox-trot, waltz or cha-cha-cha
this dancing dachshund is a star.
Around the world has Dax been seen
he’s even polka-ed with the Queen
he travels here, he travels there
the smell of stardom in his hair.
But in his sleep, Dax lightly barks…
and dreams of bones and leads and parks.