I never tire from hearing
The melodious sound of the anklets
Years since I’ve been wearing
Beautiful pieces resting on my legs

The music on, I prance around
The anklets matching with the sound
Tinkling along the beat of the drum
Joining me as I happily hum

The anklets seem to reflect my mood
For if I’m sad or if I brood
They remain quiet, hardly make a sound
In happier times, they prattle aloud

These threads of silver amuse me
Ornaments that are part of me
In a jig or prance, they accompany me
As I dance along, they dance with me

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