Otto Kind

At the turning of the hour when the clock hands are tall,
The glitter bugs wake and get dressed for the ball

As a thousand lights pop in the fizzling sky
They wait oh so quietly, I think you know why

And then first a spark, as it floats toward heaven
Oh look now there's nine, maybe ten or eleven

At last here's our queen and she's glowing with joys
It's the Dance of the Phoenix, for all girls and boys