: Dance Fam
We stand in a room filled with dance
What most people say can’t be a real sport
Like you can’t be a sport without a lance
Or a ball and a court
We work for hours on balance and turns
We stomp and chug for hours on end
Running to the lobby to see the ferns
I need more energy to lend
Who gets to decide what a real sport is
We work hard and practice for days
And all we get from you is fizz
But we still love to play
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