I pitch you pleasure sensual superstate
I know your miseries amount to few
I wish you best of luck if little late
I read your recognition overdue
I catch your stretching sinews right on cue
I hoist your body up to hallowed flight
I mould your moves in neurons old or new
Your somersault is swift in swirl and light
Your tiptoe trek across the floor is sleight
Your flip is free of hands and more than brave
Your leap is scissor sharp toes shoulder height
Your body bend is odds on ocean wave
A fine tuned dancer witch of which of which
To entry level whizz I swing the switch
Chorus which watter welke
