Neither eyes nor paws are begging for food; this is the univocal look of moi in a dancing mood.
Though, if you have a snack, I will take it off your hands; it beats worting for worms in grassy yard lands.
Most deft I am at conga and limbo and bunny hop; fanions as ribbons decorate mother’s paw shop.
Clipped claws were connived in order to enhance my jive, but teeth will still bite your fingers five. ; )