In the kingdom of many boos
there once lived a danseuse
who just couldn’t dance
With her two twisted feet
So she hid her hooves
Hemming and hawing
at the drummer’s beat
Scared, that the public
would make her vamoose
she made up one after
another lame excuse
One day she’d say
the darn music was wrong
Another day she’d say
the wind was too damn strong
Some days she’d curse
the swinging stage door
Yet most often she blamed
the gleaming dance floor
This lady always had a ruse
Oh what an absolute goose
this oblique, obtuse danseuse