Dilys the Dachshund

This song is so cute %}. Basically, Dilys is having problems making her way through the snow. So she buys some ballet shoes and tiptoes around. Eventually she makes it to the ballet, where she plays a cygnet in in Swan Lake. But disaster strikes, and the handsome prince is watching... The story's silly, but it's pwecious!

Dilys the Dachshund hated snow
Because her middle was so low
And once when it was really snowing,
She only had her tail showing

So in her woolly winter clothes
She practised walking on her toes
And with an anxious little grin,
Went for a stroll with stomach in

And in the middle of her walk
Was spotted by a talent hawk
Who cried, as soon as he had seen her,
He knew she'd make a ballerina

He christened her Dilys Baklava
One day she danced with Ruby Rover
Dilys, thrilled at thoughts of fame,
Could hardly wait to change her name

And quickly had the contracts signed
Before the hawk could change his mind
She rushed back home to break the news
And bought some tiny ballet shoes

She went to London on the train
In search of fortune and acclaim
And after weeks of leaps and bounds
And back-leg stretch with taller hounds
Dilys got a lucky break -
To play a cygnet in Swan Lake

She danced so well with grace and speed
Some said she should have got the lead
And when she did a pas de deux,
Everyone applauded her

'Til Dilys, heady with success,
Performed impromptu arabesques,
Underneath the royal box,
Where sat the prince, a handsome fox

Then jumping up on pointed toe,
She spun away across the snow
The prince lept forward with surprise
And raised some glasses to his eyes

For Dilys, spinning like a top,
Had spun so fast she couldn't stop
Musicians paused and frowned, uncertain
Stage hands whispered, "Drop the curtain!"

But wait! The prince stood up and clapped!
And then! Her shoe elastic snapped!
Disaster! As high up in the air there flew
A tiny silken ballet shoe

Up towards the royal box,
Where stood the prince, the handsome fox
He caught it in mid-air, still warm
Kissed it, and a star was born

And so dear dachshunds, be of cheer
It may well snow for you, next year