Gears begin to turn, pinwheels start, dizzy skirts whirl, do-si-do.
Circulate, clap, do-si-do.
The summer fans hum, feet step and turn, roses in the sun, do-si-do.
Slide through, clap, do-si-do.
Windmills grind, arms bridge and rise, bowing eyes, do-si-do.
Swing through, clap, do-si-do.
Beaters making dough, banners in a sky, hands pirouetting, do-si-do.
Face right, clap, do-si-do.
A gradual smile, stumbling move, furtive glance, do-si-do.
Face left, clap, do-si-do.
Short Stories by Richard 