Whirling Melissae

Come Dance with me, the Lemniscate! We’ll twirl, we’ll whirl, let the Hands of Fate

mold the path, and guide us through, our Heart will tell us what to do.

The Spider weaves, the Lions guard; follow the Snake, it is not hard.

Breathe in, breathe out.  A whisper, a shout. A time for all, there is no doubt.

Come Dance with me, the Lemniscate!  We’ll twirl, we’ll whirl, bee the Hands of Fate!