Dance, dance, recece…

Dance, dance, recece…
Pista’s here, come on in!
It sears into our souls, chanting of fire this evening.
The bear is our totem animal—eat as much corn as you like.
Where was childhood? It cleanses us of all evil.
The memory of burning books sends music soaring into the sky.
Herein lies its power—the master of transformation.
It’s made up of pieces—just hold on tight to it!