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 To see that dancing man he stopped, Who twirled and wriggled, skipped and hopped Then down incontinently dropped,
 * And then sprang up again.

The Bishop chuckled at the sight, "This style of dancing would delight A simple Rum-ti-Foozle-ite.
 * I'll learn it, if I can,

To please the tribe when I get back." He begged the man to teach his knack. "Right Reverend Sir, in half a crack,"
 * Replied that dancing man.



The dancing man he worked away And taught the Bishop every day— The dancer skipped like any fay—
 * Good did the same.