We dance and swing
We do a twist
Our feet move quickly
The ground, they kiss
We waltz and twirl
A loop-dy-loop
Around the bend
In for a scoop
The floor is slick
We glide across
Our legs are soaring
Touched with gloss
Our foreheads glisten
In the night
Our lips curl upward
Faces of delight
Dancing is a thing of love
A winding road of joy
With movements flowing into art
What is there not to enjoy?
