No Goof
I don't dance like Fred Astaire.
My limbs flail wildly in the air.
From my pants, I heard a tear.
I don't really care
that you just stand and stare.
Indeed, I am entirely aloof.
My self-esteem is bullet proof
as I prance and gayly hoof.
You may think I'm just a goof
as I dance upon your roof.
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