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The girl danced

the night away

one starry, full-moon night.

And then she tripped,

and there she lay,

until sunrise:pure and bright.

When she awoke,

sleepy and cold,

she looked around and saw,

a small old man

and was inspired

by his lud guffaw.

Now she dances every night

as happy as can be.

And only stops when she trips.

(Or when she has to pee.)