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Folk Dance Federation of California, South, Inc.
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A man from the town of Penzance,
Wanted to try to folk dance.
But try as he could,
His feet were like wood.
(But didn't look bad at first glance!)
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She thought about classes in hula
But didn't have enough moola.
To pay for the dance
She'd get an advance
On money she needed for schoola.
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The Whirling Dervish it's said
Is meditation with head
Tilted to the side
With arms open wide
And dancing until almost dead.
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Stumble? Make it part of the dance!
Act like you've been in a trance.
For who knows what you
Are going to do?
A step, skip, jump, or prance?
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What in the world are you doing?
It looks like you are pursuing
A dancer it seems
Who's buried in dreams
Of someone else he is wooing.
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The folk dance closes at ten.
The women outnumber the men.
But that's quite alright
'Cause here comes the night.
Two-sexers do Varsovienne.
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The sun is coming at dawn
And I have to stifle a yawn.
On wake-up committee
And that's such a pity–
I ran after parties predawn.
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Dancing a lot less you see.
Ankles just won't let me be.
They hurt me like hell.
I can't really dwell
On arthritis in my knee.
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Folk dancing is what I do.
I break the steps down into
One and another.
Then put both together
So they fit so nicely anew.
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Statewide is a lot of fun.
We dance until the music's done.
We hop, skip, and jump
And kick, leap, and bump.
With ev'rything we are one.
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"Wanna dance and hold my hand?"
He asked of her as the band
Knew what they would play.
And without a delay
A Lesno was what was planned.
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