\/The Little Dancer\/
I know a girl whose smile never falters,
she dances and dances through day and night.
Over the mountains and the rocky hills,
the little girl shows off her white tu-tu frills.
Leaping high and leaping low,
she makes allies of encountered foes.
Spinning in circles and gliding through air,
where she is, little does she care.
Skipping in circles and gliding on water,
the little girl's dizzy, but she's drowning in her laughter.
In every monster she meets, she sees no harm,
so she gathers them all and links their arms.
Not once does she take a backwards glance,
as she takes them all on her merry little dance.
Through rough terrains and icy lands,
through dark, foggy forests and on the desert sand.
These places are dangerous, but she doesn't have a clue,
because dancing is all she wants to do.
She trips and falls and bruises her knee,
but she knows that the greatest dancer is she.
So the little girl hops up and masks her pain,
and with her stained white tu-tu, she dances on in the rain.
The little dancer is having so much fun,
but little does she know, a big storm is to come.
Once, twice, thrice, she collapses to the ground,
and the thunder takes over her music's sound.
She sinks into a deep sleep, smile still on her face.
Sincere or habit? Maybe we'll know one of these days.
Though her dancing has ceased, her song goes on,
in our hearts, the girl remains dancing, on and on.
I knew a girl whose smile never faltered,
she danced and danced through life and death.