Lyrics:

Evelyn, a modified dog
Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily
Draped across the piano, with some surprise
In the darkened room, where the chairs dismayed
And the horrible curtains muffled the rain
She could hardly believe her eyes
A curious breeze, a garlic breath
Which sounded like a snore
Somewhere near the Steinway or even from within
Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom
Evelyn, a dog, having undergone further modification
Pondered the significance of short-person behavior
In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance
And other highly ambient domains...
Arf she said