Anusha Subramanian - Dance

Everybody over here,
Are wearing their pants,
Moving their hands,
To the beats of the band.

Everybody turned around,
Folding their hands,
Jumping over cans,
And they gained their fans.

Everybody moved their legs,
Stretching their pants,
As per their plans,
And they won the audience’s glance.

Then, one by one came forward,
Taking their chance,
To show how they dance,
To the chief guests sitting in the stands.

At the end, they were rewarded with,
Applause from the stands,
Greetings from their fans,
In this country called France.

Anusha Subramanian

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