Dancing Shoes Poem by Ima Ryma

Since I was just a young one, I
Have always loved to dance around,
At first barefoot, then by and by,
With shoes on to soften hard ground.
Dancing, I went through shoes a lot,
Often was getting shoed anew,
My old shoes kept, cuz said they brought
Good luck and kept hung up to view.
Wherever I am, time and place,
There's an opportune circumstance
For me to move in rhythmic pace
For one and all and do a dance.

Dancing does behoove me of course.
Dancer be the name of this horse.