domingo, febrero 01, 2009

Nina

I knew a man, Bojangles
And he danced for you
In worn out shoes.

With silver hair, a ragged shirt
And baggy pants, the old soft shoe.

He jumped so high,
He jumped so high,
Then he lightly touched down.

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles,
Mr. Bojangles, dance!