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.