Dancing in a flock of cranes,
A silken sea of red and gold,
She throws her fan into the air,
The paper butterfly unfold;
Round moon face and cherry smile,
She captivates the watching crowd,
Movements of a graceful wave,
Yet not crashing so very loud;
Cherry blossoms falling 'round,
The quick rabbit catches her fan,
Swaying bamboo bowing down,
She takes the breath of every man.