The beat hits

a familiar syncopation

the floor dances

as people feel it hit like rain

the soft hum

and drum beat

as our army marches

to the sound

the hands of people do the wiggle

and the legs are earthquakes

the boys are weathering the floor

by breaking it with the

shimmies and flips

some people are hurricanes

as they do ballet by accident

the soft boom of the singers

is a marimba with the beat plucked boom

a flute, maracas

no it's a guitar, oh it's beauty

as we sing along and dance to

this familiar syncopation