As I walk into the studio,
I smell the sweat,
I see the hard work,
And the dedication , I bet.

As I begin class,
I put on my shoes,
I wait for the music,
And begin to groove.

As class is over,
I can't wait to have a break,
Before I have to go back,
And dance the swan lake.

As the day comes to an end,
I feel as exhausted as a slave,
I can't wait to get home,
And then mum arrives and gives me a wave.