Good sirs,

I have taken the liberty of transcribing this into a textual format in the hope that it might prove a more convenient manner in which to appreciate the humour contained therein.

Your humble servant,

Lord Wibble of Frusset Pouch

(posting from the account of my good manservant, abw)

The Hokey Pokey

Shakespearean Style

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within

Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.

Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:

Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.

Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke.

A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.

To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke.

Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.

The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt.

Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.