by Karen Josephson
Tap lessons, toe class, jazz and ballet;
Of all God's creation youare the one
That enrolled for them all at the dawn of the world.
Who can keep up with the tempos you set:
Your syncopated rhythms as you slap the shore,
Your breathtaking leaps from Niagra's rocks,
Your staccato taps on the garden floor,
Your tumbling torrents down mountainside,
Your dazzling springs from Old Faithful's mouth,
Your gentle waltz with sleepy seas.
Your supple, lithe body is easy to teach
A merry polka for percolators
Because it's been trained by the Master of Dance.
The versatility you show is beyond compare;
But when I get to heaven, water, watch out.
I'll dance like you maybe better.
REFELCTIVE MUSIC: The Moldau by Bedrich Smetana