Swirling in and out
Twisting in the crowd
She dances and flutters
To herself she mutters
"One step, slide and slither
I don't have time to dither"
She was on her way
The sun was shining bright that day
Where she was going?
She didn't know
She just felt this way
And knew that this was the day
She had a get up and go
She wasn't in the mood for being slow
That was the day she met her match
And she knew he was the perfect catch
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