I walk up to you and bow to thou,

I in my uncanny dress do so somehow.

For now I am ready to dance the dance,

In a diamond-like fashion of a stately dance.

With stately, flowing steps we move,

To the classical beat do we groove.

Its first you and then is me,

Moving in rhythm oh so stately.

For I am German what can you say,

I love to dance in my special way.

I dance my dance in a special court,

With alluring custumes to support.

But my tasteful fashion is but French,

Thats where my name came on the bench.

We know the genre and what makes you tick,

We move in rhythm with the metronome’s flick.

For what we do is stand in a line,

My eyes at you and yours in mine.

Then you slowly bow with your hat,

I in my uncanny dress do react.

That is when we dance the dance,

Its you at first, while I glance.

Then upon beat it is my turn,

Come on with me a classic learn.

For stately dances are but fun,

German and French do have their run.

For I love music, what can I say,

I’ll dance my allemande my special way.

For life is but a classical dance,

Moves in precision at ever stance.

For what you do or what you say,

Is part of the rhythm in everyway.

Bow!!! May I have this dance with you????

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 25th October 2010