A bone meets another bone And you have a joint ! Joints are allright ! Cartilage ! Without them you couldn't possibly dance ! Imagine only your sacrum and your ilium and no sacro-iliac joint And no innominate bones Imagine just a second a pelvis without coccyx And your seven cervical Your twelve thoracic And your five lumbar vertebrae Hanging loose ! How could you possibly swing your pelvis From one side to the other Without your pelvic floor ? No more grand plié No more passé développé à la seconde No more attitude en avant on pointe Farewell penché Farewell attitude derrière ! See what I mean ! That's why I always say I'd rather be with no bone No skull no heart Ï 'd rather be a hurricane Wind has no skeleton Wind needs no joint Wind goes naked No shoes, no underwear And despite of all that Wind is a ballet dancer, a danseur étoile With no dimples in the back. Wind can lie supine and stand upright Feet parallel, legs stretched Wind has no greater nor lesser trochanter Wind has no right gluteus maximus muscle No feet flexed, no ****** femoris muscle Wind never gets pinched, stuck nor jammed Wind is constant ricochet, yo-yo, meanders Gulf Stream ! Wind is a catwalk model Dancing its swinging walk