She spins, she sways,
To whatever song plays,
She glides through the air,
Without any care.
Her tutu is pink,
Her gracefulness;unique,
Her smile is cheery and bright,
And her little slippers, white.
Her tutu bounces,
Her golden hair flounces,
She's the star today,
Then she does a pliet.
She spins around,
And ends with a bound,
Her tutu finally rests,
Her performance was the best.
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