Shall we ever dance again in that style
of our old, odd ways and days
Now so ancient but still alive
In misty memory.
Remember the Valeta and Saint Bernard´s waltz ?
The first of stomp. The hokey-cokey and the conga ?
And country dancing on the green expanse of Portsdown Hill
Replete with sticks, cow-bells and ribbons.
Come, let us try once more
To prance away the fleeting years.