The Dance

The tree shields many things
It shields the squirrels
It shields the birds
And all that loves to see us dance

It shields you
It shields me
It shields the little dance we do
On moonlight nights
With shadows cast on the sands

It shields you
It shields we
When all is seated on the sands
And Granny comes walking to us
With her smiling pouted mouth
To tell us of the origin of the Earth
And how the Giraffe ate the moon half

I love the tree
I love the tales
I love the little dance we do

Oiroegbu Halls


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