The Jig

Earth under foot in time,

to music played with a bow.

Eyes that shyly meet

Have a luminescent glow.

The dance is a frenzied weave –

Of twirling, spinning rows

Leprechauns and their kin

And others you may know

Quicken the pace of the dance

To keep everyone light on their toes.

The frenzied pace continues

As long as the party goes.

 

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