My Little Ballerina

Tiptoe, tiptoe,
It's a familiar refrain,
Tiptoe, tiptoe,
There she goes again.

My Little Ballerina,
On the tip of her toes,
Skeedadle, trot or walk,
In pants or lovely smock.

Tippytoe everywhere she fancies,
To the delight of aunts & aunties,
Some quipped about high-heeled shoes,
While others suggest indoor shoes.

Distribute the weight of her foot,
Back again to her underused heel,
I refuse to do so even if I could,
I don't understand what's the big deal.

I myself a tiptoeing baby,
Together with my dear twin sister,
Pirouetting away was so easy,
Doesn't mean we're out of kilter.

Wet blankets and pesky ninnies,
Think that they know way better,
Never give their thoughts a penny,
It's not to them you have to answer.

Tiptoe, tiptoe,
My beautiful daughter
Tiptoe, tiptoe
Enjoy your Pas Seul years