Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer. 
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves, masses of green.
Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling. 
The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a chorus 
Carried along in a rouse of voices reaching for the heart of the world.
Your toes are singing to meet the song of your arms: 

Let the red scarf go swifter. 
Summer and the sun command you.