Dancing Shoes and Donuts
When I put on my dancing shoes my spirits fairly soar
I swoop around and around the room and barely touch the floor
All the girls are jealous of and wish that they could be me
But it's only because of these dancing shoes that I can be so free
Their red and shiny and light as air and oh how they do shine
My feet are fleet and fancy-free and oh, my legs look fine
But alas even my special shoes will not for long support me
If those damned donuts I so love continually thwart me.
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