DOING THE CONGA
The cows were in the fields again today,
Lowing softly
As they grazed their lives away.
What thoughts did they possess
As they chewed their grass so sweet;
Did they think about their comrades
That they did daily meet;
Or the colour of their skin
As they passed in the noonday sun;
With their patchwork blankets skin-tight
As they congaed past as one.
THE DANCE OF THE CRANE
Long-necked and longer-legged
They shimmer among the reeds
Crazy-dancing in the breeze
High-stepping, wing-flapping
Bouncing high in springy leaps
Then a pause
To step lightly here,
Tread gaily there
Duets in the sun
Heads bowed.
Balletically symmetric
It ends in a crescendo
That is electric
It is love they are dancing about
This joyful abundance
Knowing no bounds
Feeling no pain
You and I, my love
Shall soon learn
To dance like the crane
THE DANCE OF THE CRANES
Long-necked and longer-legged
They shimmer among the reeds
Crazy-dancing in the breeze
High-stepping, wing-flapping
Bouncing high in springy leaps
Then a pause
To step lightly here,
Tread gaily there
Duets in the sun
Heads bowed.
Balletically symmetric
It ends in a crescendo
That is electric
It is love they are dancing about
This joyful abundance
Knowing no bounds
Feeling no pain
You and I, my love
Shall soon learn
To dance like the cranes
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