Terpsichore Favorite of Zeus

Terpsichore danced herself into people’s lives She sashayed her truth, acting like one of the guys The other muses were a bit afraid as she twirled. She pranced her truth, her ideas unfurled. Song followed her everywhere she went, she was a player. Melodies and music born inside her dendrite layer. The Greeks she inspired could not keep their feet quiet. They moved to a rhythm, and kept a tiny diet. Terpsichore was Zeus’s favorite daughter. A daddy’s girl, she rarely did what she “ought-er”. She was a free spirit, a gypsy, a dancing queen. With love, not anything mean.