Rhyme Time Dancing Animals

Oh yeah, uh-huh, dance party. The beats keep me drifting down the streets.

I’m bouncing on water… water… water… splash-splash-splash.

Boom chicka boom booms. Desert drums thump louder than my room’s.

Don’t stutter when you flutter with the flow flying in the forest.

Wagging my tails with my Running Man moves atop a mighty mountain.

Sliding across sand with my soft-footed strut, searching for shade in a tiki hut.

Moonwalking through the Milky Way with booming ring-sing-ding music.

You’ll never catch cold if you keep radio-bounce-house-verse-moving till old.

Sway’n shimmer, shuffle with pride. Shake your booty, you’ve nothing to hide.

Raise the roof, blast the music. Stomp your toes, rap rhythms acoustic.

Alpine squirrel-caribou hybrid and hymns. Alpenhorn blasts trembling my limbs.

Electric Slide shuffle in the city. Keep your arms waving, ignore the nitty-gritty.

High step’n to simple sounds keeps down the Chicken Dance frowns.

Jiving to jungle jams ensures jubilant joy. Don’t sit on the sidelines or be coy.

Busting a move in the burbs with my eyes popp’n over instrumental curbs.

My grooves are as high as the roofs, bam-bippity-bam-ham and lamb.

Facing frostbite in the forest, I fast-step my feet in the snow-chorus.

Twist and twirl to trumpeting tunes of tomorrow’s bright shiny moons.

A raucous, rowdy riff forces me to leap fast like a horned roadrunner in a jiff.

Shimmying in the stream is a colorful fox’s dream, twang-sizzle-zing-beam.

A hardy Harlem Shake is perfectly appropriate at a beach photography take.

Disco discs in the distance and happy track bopping through space.

It’s vibrating elation at the antelope-rabbit’s lyrical elevating station.

The End

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