There's something dancing atop my head
Not sure what but it has spritely legs
Yes and a little hat.
This dancing thing has a hat
It wears a smile too
And it beckons.
It wants you to join him.
Atop my head.
He says there's room for another.
That you could both dance
and worry no more
atop my head
He says it's merry.
Won't you join him?
No comments:
Post a Comment