My arabesque is wobbly
My attitude is wanting
I beat behind the batterie
At 'two' I stop my counting
My tutu's always crooked
My coupé is too dull
My demi's gone too far
And the hairpins stab my skull
I messed up the emboîté
My clumsy legs have failed me
But I guess I'll keep on trying
After all, I'm only three.
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