My pretty little ballerina
When she dances across the floor
Maybe on tiptoe a whole foot tall
But hardly a few inches more
The smallest dime sized feet
A waving to the empty air
Mom it's treat time in the kitchen
Follow me I'll take you there
The color of roasting marsh-mellows
With black buttons for her eyes
When she's working on your sympathies
Those eyes can truly cry
Her biggest fault by far is her barking
She thinks she is a Great Dane you see
If you were to pass my window
You would see exactly what I mean
She is every animal that has ever owned me
Brought back within their memories sweet
She is definitely the queen of this household
But she makes our lives so complete
It is love unconditional
That you see just below on your screens
She means so much more than I can tell you
She's just . . . She's just
My Mitze
The little red Martian guy in back of Mitze
Is a cartoon character on TV
She was on the end of a recliner
