Dancing Eight-Step
Ocho, samane, e-walu, acht
Wyth, ara, otto. ocht,
So were the numbers recited in sing-song voice
The first of many a linguistic choice.
The melody fit his favorite little ditty
As he loved to walk in the rain in the city.
He remembered the movies of long ago
And for a moment, wanted to be a little rebel colonel.
Upstairs, downstairs, clickety-clack
Concrete, metal, shingles, he’d give a whack.
Tapping on everything here or there
So were the moves of Robinson Astaire