Lyrics

Verse 1:
In a little town of history, where time's been laid to rest,
A pretty dog named Tasha found a moment to impress,
She wandered through the marble halls, a ball within her jaws,
And there she found old Julius, the ruler with no flaws.

Pre-Chorus:
With a wag of tail and a sparkle in her eye,
She dropped that ball with an innocence, not meaning to defy,
It rolled and bumped with destiny, a story to unfreeze,
A playful spirit unawares of Caesar's tragic lease.

Chorus:
Oh, Tasha, the dog with a golden heart so pure,
In a tale spun from threads of time, your legend will endure,
Julius Caesar broke in three, a statue once so grand,
Now a moment etched in time, in the play of fate's own hand.

Verse 2:
They say the hall fell silent, as marble hit the ground,
Three pieces of a leader, in stillness all around,
But Tasha only tilted head, confused at what she'd done,
In the canvas of the past and now, the threads had come undone.

Pre-Chorus:
With a wag of tail and a sparkle in her eye,
She dropped that ball with an innocence, not meaning to defy,
It rolled and bumped with destiny, a story to unfreeze,
A playful spirit unawares of Caesar's tragic lease.

Chorus:
Oh, Tasha, the dog with a golden heart so pure,
In a tale spun from threads of time, your legend will endure,
Julius Caesar broke in three, a statue once so grand,
Now a moment etched in time, in the play of fate's own hand.

Bridge:
And now they tell the tale, in whispers low and dear,
Of Tasha and her ball, and a Caesar broken, clear,
A mishap spun from innocence, a chapter fresh and new,
In the ancient book of history, where truth meets with the skew.

Chorus:
Oh, Tasha, the dog with a golden heart so pure,
In a tale spun from threads of time, your legend will endure,
Julius Caesar broke in three, a statue once so grand,
Now a moment etched in time, in the play of fate's own hand.

Outro:
So here's to Tasha, blissful in her golden furry haze,
Unwitting in her actions, she’s birthed a mythic phase,
In history's great tapestry, she's woven her own thread,
Oh Tasha with your ball of fate, where angels fear to tread.