My food loves to prance, to jump, to dance;
I wait for the time, I wait for the chance!
As mommy goes in and out of the room;
tables and chairs become their ballroom!
I flick my fingers; swing my wrist.
Beans and turkey are doing the twist!
Peas, plumbs, apples or mangos;
on to the walls, they’re doing the tango!
With grace, with taste, they drip from the ceiling;
squash on my head is such a great feeling!
Talented textures cover my feet.
Sensations in rhythm; squished in my seat!
They run down my leg; slide down in rows;
a flavored performance of mashed potatoes!
My kitties are tickling, licking my feet;
purring an encore; a wonderful treat!
Even my puppies stand in display;
showing their talents; food for ballet!
With me as the maestro, directing the show;
waving my hands, perfection I throw!
Symphonic expressions fly through the air;
musical remnants of fruit in my hair! Just as
great things must come to an end; with wipes
in her hand, my mommy steps in!
She starts with the wiping, my ears and my toes.
She searches for dancers, stuck in my nose!
I know that she cares; doesn’t she know?
She’s ruining perfection; she’s ruining my show!
Away with my spoons and off with my bib!
Off to my bath and into my crib!
Where now I can dream and think of my chance;
a time soon to come when my dinner will dance!