My Lady bentfeather, You are most welcome!
Oh Poet/Dancer of the Night!
With inimitable Grace thou doth delight,
and spinning in my eyes I see, the Right
to seize the floor with thee!
CAUTION: WET FLOOR!
Gladly will I take your hand
a dancing Southerner so grand
a little Yankee gal am I
and a dancing fool for poetry!
PS those golden slippers are really wooden clogs!!:-)