He wasn’t Bojangles, but, he loved to dance

This ragamuffin from the south of France

When he lifted his voice with his subtle trill

All the ladies said it said it did thrill

There was nothing really much to say

But when the music started up to play

He said so much with a tap of his toes

Putting on his unintentional shows

Responding to the music inside and out

With an intricacy that removed all doubt

That music is meant to be dance too

The same music plays for me and you

Perhaps it is that you might like to dance

And maybe that might lead to a fine romance

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