Sometimes I want to get Susan’s attention.
A special kind of attention (wink wink, nudge nudge).
That’s when I strut.
Our neighbors can tell when I’m a’struttin’ because they hear Susan laughing hysterically.
Yeah, I’m a good strutter.
But I’m nothing compared to these fine young chaps.
Especially when they be a’struttin’ to Bach.
Susan really gets a treat when I be a’struttin’ to Bach.
You can tell by her gasps of joy.
No problems. I’ll take what I can get.