Knock, knock. Who's there? Wilbur Wright. Wilbur Wright who? Wilbur Right back after the next dance.

How many folk dancers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?   1,2,   1,2,   1,2,3.

Did you hear about the folk dancer who got hit in the head with a can of soda? He was lucky it was a soft drink!

Why don't elephants make good folk dancers? Two left feet.

Where do one-legged folk dancers go for breakfast? iHop.

A folk dancer walked into a gymnasium. Ouch!

A mushroom walked into a ballroom and asked a folk dancer to dance. "Are you kidding," she said, "You're a mushroom!" "Oh, come on," said the mushroom, "I'm a fun guy!"

A folk dancer bought a boat because it was for sail.

How do folk dance rumors get spread? Through the grapevine.

There's no future in Tahitian dancing. It's a shaky business.

A crazy folk dancer said to her husband, "Moose are falling from the sky!" The husband said, "They're not moose, they're reindeer."

A folk dancer sued an airline company after it lost his luggage. Sadly, he lost his case.

A cross-eyed folk dance teacher couldn't control his pupils.

Two guys were walking down the street. One was a folk dance teacher. The other didn't have any money, either.

A king, wanting to host an elaborate wedding for his folk dancer daughter, raised taxes on all citizens of the kingdom by thirty pieces of gold. Everybody paid, except for one young count. The king sent a tax collector, but the count refused. "This is unfair, and I shall not pay!" The king sent the sheriff, but the count refused. "I will not support the king's new tax!" Finally, the king had the count arrested, and thrown in the dungeon. He explained to the count that failure to pay was treason, and he would be executed. Yet still, the count refused. So, the king had him brought to the top of the tower, and put his neck on the block. With the executioner's axe raised the king asked the count to pay. He defiantly shouted, "Never!" Then, as the executioner's axe began to fall, the count shouted "OK! I'll pay!" But it was too late, the executioner couldn't stop the heavy axe, and the count was killed. The moral of this story? Don't hatchet your counts before they chicken.