As the tumbleweed preforms it’s tap
I sit front row, center,
Attentively awaiting it’s show.
I watch it travel by,
Over and over.
The same dance,
Over and over.
Skt—Skt—ttt—ttt—Skt-Skt-Skt-Skt—-Skt.
Over and over,
The same song sings, the dance it brings.
Somehow this recital never grows old,
Keep on watching.
DoRee MelNic 