They come out on the stage
Nerves well hidden behind their smile
And when the music starts
Folick, move and dance in time.
Oh agile ones
I used to be jealous
My old frame never did that.
I never did more than a somersault
I never did manage the mat
I wished so much that I could vault
I wished for the fleet-footedness of a cat
Unfortunately nimbleness did not a home to find
And after forty plus a few years,
I find that I do not so much mind.