15 September 2012
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.
Little Ballerina • Opuss № I