Bailey

Your smile lets you prance, no fear of being sought, by smart tongued chit chat, let all the bean counters, show you the course, you look good turn around, live what is chanced, sing yourself hoarse, accept praise of your balance, discard those who rant, if they make you taut, forget all the glib answers, hold your nerve and ask, why they're so fraught, sip whisky from a flask, regret missed chances, work out the score, bury failure in the ground, you'll always dance, unlike many caught, won't look askance, at those who are frozen.