It is a singular dance that I seek
They always pout and preen
All for my attention
But it is a singular dance
A small prance with a may be
Wishes and aspirations swirl in their eager eyes
Children searching for their mother
Yearning for their caregiver
Strutting as moorcocks of the river
All for the attention of one woman
One being
One soul who will not stand with a cadaver
Rather I seek to glide with him
Only he will make it a singular dance
They always pout and preen
All for my attention
But it is a singular dance
A small prance with a may be
Wishes and aspirations swirl in their eager eyes
Children searching for their mother
Yearning for their caregiver
Strutting as moorcocks of the river
All for the attention of one woman
One being
One soul who will not stand with a cadaver
Rather I seek to glide with him
Only he will make it a singular dance