Movement as an art is what we do best
Leaping, twirling, jumping, jumping, jumping
Putting bodies to the test
Holding up our heads and lifting in our chests
Now rushing, rushing, rushing
Then the beat of silent rest
With slower motions, with poise and grace,
With proper arms and feet in place
We work to please without a trace, of a grimace on our face
Reaching, reaching, reaching arms
Extending, extending, extending feet
Keeping pace with every beat
Hair and costume nice and neat
The perfect look now complete
Sometimes with the music, sometimes not
To leap and trust that you’ll be caught, caught, caught
Against fatigue we all have fought
While muscles work so tense and taut
The flare of jazz, both music and dance
One with the other just seems to enhance
The feeling, the flow, the need to let go
And follow the urge to poise, poise, poise
And prance
To slink and dance with a sultry sway
To match the words the singers say
Being molded as choreographer’s clay
Penche in a stylized way
To arch your back and pop your knee
In a way that seems to set you free
Then a turn, say; one or two or three
Depending on your ability

Can you dig it?
Do you know what it’s like to pop and lock and make it look right?
To isolate your shoulders and uh, uh, uh
Then swoop and recover and jump, jump, jump
Roll up and down, as you know how
Move your body like a snake and take a bow
Back it on up and let and let your knees beat
Drop to the floor and return to your feet
That’s right, get down and get back up again
To drum with your feet, to drum on a drum
To marry the sounds till they become one
The call and response, the echoing sound,
The rhythmic flow of ensemble feet pound
To the syncopation of the drummer’s beat, hear the rhythm of tapping feet
The sounds provide an energy, when at last, they meet
Can you feel it inside, in your soul and your chest?
Then it builds and remains till the beat comes to rest
United as dancers to perform in a way that expresses exactly what we hope to convey
To please ourselves, and those who might see us release what’s inside
How dance sets us free