BETTER LEARN TO DANCE

I wish I were a baby bird,
Asleep beneath my mother’s wing,
I’d let her rock me tenderly
And maybe, even, hear her sing.

Perhaps if I were in the womb,
You still could see me smile,
Asleep without a worldly care,
And I could rest awhile.

Or maybe-better- non exist,
I’d have no need for fetal stance,
But fate has chosen that I live…
I’d better learn to dance.