She dances 'round in beguiling waves |
Puts rich, fat gents into enraptured fear |
While grandwomen bicker down in their graves |
Her belly twinkles and winks so queer |
Their wagging tongues led by a nose |
Like frogs and dogs and lecher peeks |
Her frenzied sway and wanton toes |
Den mothers hide their ruby cheeks |
The wives' and aunts' attack prepared |
To break her spell; to put her down |
She opens wide, her wee teeth bared |
A giggle afore that bedtime frown |
While uncles' banter is cause to mull |
'Tis clear, a baby's grin is never dull |
©Chikara 1995