Mi-chelle Sam-mart-i-no
we  shall go  part-y now

   up the road we must hurtle
heading to the Thirsty Turtle

because sometimes you wiggle
        sometimes you jiggle
sometimes you just sit and scribble
       writing with a little giggle

listening to the fiddle
  sitting in the middle
  of all our friends
until the music ends

while the music's in your soul
     and art is your only goal