I Will Dance

I Will Dance

I will dance upon the morning,
Upon the rays by my bed
I will dance upon the blossomed floor,
The shag will scatter at my dainty steps,
And they will say “what are you doing up?”
While I smile upon my dance and I will dance
Upon the waxed floor and
They will say “but watch your step!”
As I do my Pirouette
Upon the reading couch and I will dance
And they will roll their eyes and frown
Worriedly and I will dance upon the mailbox
And sing to the letters that frown and I will dance upon the bills
And they will say “How much?”
While I dance upon my tea
In its shiny blue teacup,
And they will say to me ‘what are you doing now?”
And I will fling my arms out wide upon one toe,
And smile into the matching curtains,
And I will dance,
I will dance.