Doll
Xielle
"Oh, my, what dead eyes you have..."
Step.
Twirl.
Dance, little China!
With a tap, tap, tap around the table, your wooden dance floor.
Monday to Sunday, and Sunday to Monday, honey.
Step left.
Twirl right.
Dance all night, mon petit China!
With a tap, tap, tap, from the chair, then around the table, your wooden dance floor.
Underneath the moonlight, mon cher.
Step right.
Twirl left.
Dance all day, my dear China!
With a tap, tap, tap, from the chair, around the table, then across the floor, your wooden dance floor.
In the spotlight of the sun, that could only hope to compare to you, love.
Step forward.
Twirl in place.
Dance to my lead now, Russia.
With a tap, tap, tap, on the ground, the world is your stage.
It wouldn't do to forget that I hold the other end of the strings.
Take a bow, Russia my friend, a sweeping bow for the audience.
And up next, England, doll, this time won't you…
Step forward,
Twirl in place.
Take your bow…
07.23.10
Author's Note: Apparently, the site rejects freedom in formatting. Oh, well.