(I am making a slight change to line six to better express what I had in mind.)
The love of dancing’s such a heady thing
It gets the body all a-bubb-l-ing;
Fizzing, whizzing, popping, in and out,
Then truly-smoothly circling round about.
Hold on! to your partner; let rhythm pull and bend;
Foot-compelling action brushes past a friend.
Then spin off lone and grab the open chance,
And with your might of might solely solo dance!
“Ah! the air is rare, and so rare am I,
To swim my arms like wings upon the open sky;
Now down, now up, now down, now lifting, oh!
I must be flying! Bubbled up I go!”
Happiest now, the centers of heart and mind:
They orbit round the body re-aligned!