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I choose not to go with the crowd

Because they all dance the same

In a rather boring fashion

That I find very lame

All they do is twirl and hop

Their way across the stage

I choose to flip and leap

To escape from their dreadful cage

For we all want to act the same

It's evolution, as you know

But I march to the beat of a different drum

And, steadily on, I go