Clumsy capering, lurching about

Out of time to the music’s beat

What are you doing? You call that a dance?

Take care you don’t trip on your own two feet

Scuffling along a concrete street

Shoes clip on cracks, stumble and slip

Pick up your feet! Can’t you see what comes next?

You’ll break your head open when next you trip

Baltering on in my own fun way

In time to the music I hear in my soul

I don’t care what the people say

Living with joy is my only goal

Balter: to dance gracelessly, without particular art or skill, but with enjoyment.

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