Dancing Queen

 Fire in the belly

That burns up to the heart

Fire in the gallery

That burns up all the art

Fire in the church

That burns the holy part

Fire in the street

Where student protests start

I can hear the fire bells 

ringing in the city tonight

Can you see them running

Yelling hell hath no fury

Like woman scorned might

For the flames are licking

like tongues of beating feet

Fire dancers roaming

Through the rainy streets

Kettle drummers drumming

Bo peep has lost her sheep

All the fine beachcombers

Are looking for ants teeth

Any anti rollers fighting with belief

Dance on you crazy dancers

Against dark days of grief

Dancing shall give you answers

And each time you move your feet

Dreams like prayers of prancers

Are sent up to God's relief

So dance into tomorrow

Let daylight take your sorrow

All hail Great Queen Swallow

Who returns to love

The black-hearted beast

Ecstatic Dance

 I met a dragon in the attic

It was dancing there

The DJ's tunes were ecstatic

And so she stomped her lair

And then she tuned to jungle magic

And wild became the air

The bears began their bearing

The horses began to bray

The dogs began their howling

And the beasts came out to play

I met a dragon in the attic

Dancing in her lair

The floorboards creaked

Like a boxer's canvas

As if with fighter's sweat they wreaked

And pounded feet 

and punched the air

Though not a single one once speaked

Some were slow reptilian, 

Others like burrowing moles

Some winged hawks dancing

Raising up their souls

And my sap was rising too

As the dead began to live

And the Zombies of the grave so tragic

New life the music began to give

Skeletons they swayed their hip bones

Whales wiggled from toes to thighs

Dinosaurs as old as chipped stones

Wailed out their prehistoric cries

And St Mark's Hall became a dancefloor

For the fireflies who burned and sparked more

In the scintillating darkness of closed eyes

Then like dazzled larks flew flashing up into new open skies

As the churches rang their bells out

For Easter Sunday they chimed

We too rose from our crypt tombs

Dancing dragons thrice crow-timed

And our spirits left our bodies

And our heads did belly dives

When the doors to hell flung open

And we were free to live our lives

The jig

 What's yours is mine,

What's mine is his

Here's a brolly

There's a brolly

Here's a bonnie dancer

Here's a pig, there's a jig

And here's a bonnie answer

What's yours is mine,

What's mine is his

Here's a bonnie answer

Here's a boa constrictor

Swallowed a brolly

Swallowed an accordion

Playing as he hisses

Here's a brolly, there's a brolly

Here's a bonnie answer

What the boa constrictor did

Was swallow a pig who danced a jig

There's a bellow blowing answer

What's yours is mine

What's mine is his

What's his soon will be a dancer