Dancers

The dancers dace, the music plays

colrful faces he portrays

Smiles and grins

Good deeds and sins

The dancers turn and turn

they swing and jump

and condense into a clump

An arm falls off, and then a leg

The music stops and the smiles fade

It is the end to our parade

The craftsman fixes the mistake,

the dancers dance, but now it's fake

The symetry is lost,

the dolls no longer stand their post

The dancers turn and turn

The faded smiles begin to burn

The craftsman set his work on fire

just because one arm was longer than the other