When I was young and oh so fleet
I loved to dance on magic feet
We’d do the rhumba, cha cha too
The fox trot, waltz or boogaloo.
Today the kids don’t dance at all
Most times they lean against the wall
Or couple up out on the floor
And seem to sway, but nothing more.
Once dancing used to be an art
With rhythm coming from the heart
I sure do wish we could return
To yesteryear with kudoes earned !
