To touch and tumble through thick of night
'Till they lay wasted on a Sacramento street 'till light,
Boys in brown dancing in the sky,
'Till boys no more ruled their lives.

'Till boys no more carved a bed,
Under a burnout too drenched to mend.
A thought for mine what shall I repair
On this dancing place we call our share.

'Till girls in sashes and shawls and bathing suits
One hundred years old with knowledge to boot
Of business and law, life and success,
Thousands of generations put to the test.

They win, They win, as they dance through the sun.
Dancing and singing, dancing and singing.  

June 26, 2008