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 earthen yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst thou go, girl. The Hokey, the Pokey -- banish now thy doubt Verily, I say to thee, 'tis what may happe be all about.

an adaptation by Dave Varing