(From 

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman)

Danse Macabre

Rich man, poor man, come away.

Come to dance the Macabray.

Time to work and time to play.

Time to dance the Macabray.

One and all will hear and stay

Come and dance the Macabray.

All must dance the Macabray.

One to leave and one to stay

And all to dance the Macabray

Now the Lady oon the Gray

Leads us in the Macabray.

Just like the Danse Macabre above, make up your own Poem for the song! It can be about the book,
or it can be your own version of a Midnight Ball like Cinderella!

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