Last Dance?

Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders,

swiftly as trees and as good as bees,

you and me should be a team.

Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots.

Whether it's the arch of my back,

or the click of my clack.

The thunder and rumble of our feet,

the kick and boom of our beat.

Why not throw me across the room,

it'll sure make a loud boom.

To fall or not to fall,

that is the mission.

The stride in your walk bring promise and luck,

though your mouth seems to quack like a duck.

Just shut up and move,

don't you what's the groove?

Won't you jam with me again?

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