Well- I'm calling it drama. It's dramatic.

Dance it Out Baby

Spider up my pant leg-
A new aerobic dance-
You slap your leg you slap your knees-
You don’t give that a chance-
You stop and drop and rock and roll
And scream, (What can it hurt?)
You bolt outside to roll around
In buckets full of dirt.

Spider up my pant leg-
It’s happened once or twice-
And I just get to dancing cuz
There’s no time for advice.
You’ve never seen me move so fast
They call for EMS…
And I’m just bouncing off the walls
And making quite a mess.

Spider up my pant leg-
We all know what to do…
We dance around and jump and holler
“Til we’re shades of blue.
There’s no one sits there quietly-
It’s thee most catchy tune-
For drumming on your pant leg
While you’re howling to the moon.

Spider up my pant leg-
A tornado’s what I’ll be-
A blur of grand confusion
Like no thing you’d ever see-
A huffing puffing slapper-
Stop your laughing- this ain’t fun-
And if you find it too amusing-
Next time you’re the one!

John H. Bidwell