The Daintiest Ballerina
The daintiest dancer in all of the land
Would prance over daisy’s in May
Soon August would come and the flowers grew glum
For she trampled them all in dismay
As hard as she tried to be light on her feet
And twirl in her too-too with grace
The load that she’d bare
Stripped the ground everywhere
Now she dances in MUD in disgrace.
-Amy Sellers