A little ballerina,

Spinning round and round, 

Never once

Making a sound.

“Why, little ballerina, 

Why won't you sing?

Why don't you soothe this pain,

I can't put in a sling?”

The little girl cried and cried,

But soon stopped making a sound.

He had heard her weeping,

She had been found.

“Hey, little girl, it’s time

To play! No need to fret,

We are just going to play

My favorite game!”

The little girl sealed her lips tight,

Silent tears gliding down her cheek,

Simply mimicking the little ballerina,

So he wouldn't freak.

A little ballerina,

Spinning round and round, 

Never once

Making a sound.