There was
once a lake
Inhabited by
a black swan
She was the
only one
For miles
around
She used to
dance n
To music in
her head
No one heard
this music
No one but
her
But they
used to come
To watch her
dance
With beauty
and grace
She would
gyrate
Once left
and once right
And young
lovers
Would feel
courted
By her
amazing grace
Maybe you
have gone to the lake
Maybe you
have seen her dance
Maybe you
haven't had the pleasure
So let me tell
you about the way
She danced
She was
agile yet slow
Graceful and
not too crude
And people
who watched her
Were put
into a good mood
One day I
hope you find
The lake I
am talking about
And gaze
enthralled
At the
dancing black swan
The Bilge Master
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