Her gentle features, delicate A porcelain delight Approaching bisque perfection She shimmers in the night The body of a mythic god The suppleness of rose If there be just one little thing it’s found in sweet repose She snores, oh yes, she snores When she is blowin’ Z’s The thunder of a lumberjack I would compare to these The rafter’s will begin to shake, The bed shifts high and low She sucks the air enough to move The curtains to and fro But when she wakes, a Barbie doll Arrives to greet the dawn I never wait around to see What happens, should she yawn!