O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
-- by William Shakespeare
(or possibly Jeff Brechlin, Potomac Falls,
via my wife, the world's
sexiest former librarian).
The inventor of the hokey-pokey died. That's going to be one long burial ceremony.
-- Stephen Colbert