Years ago, child, I could dance.
With long, lean legs, boy could I dance!
I’d put a whole audience into a trance.
I began to learn at age three.
Seems odd to teach anything at three,
But even then, it made me feel so free.
I danced through everyday of school
My mother wished I’d care more for school
She said I’d turn out a bumbling fool.
I learned medicine, danced on the side
Threw my childhood hopes aside
Being a doctor became my new pride.
Started a family, it didn’t take long to grow old.
I never thought I’d ever grow old.
My ballet shoes are long since sold.
But I still wonder what I might’ve been like
Poor and free to do what I’d like
I bet you I would’ve been quite the sight.
I’m telling you this, little one.
Because when you’re older, little one,
I think you’d make a good doctor.
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