DarkSpeechBlog has a series of essays imagining the lyrics to the beloved folk song "The Hokey Pokey", as if the lyrics rewritten by famous poets.
here is one example:For Non Yanks, they refer to this song, and folk dance, danced to at summer camp and at old fashioned weddings:
Now as I was young and silly among the rustic dancers
About the country farm and happy as the wheat was high,
The moon above the meadow milky,
Time let me shake it all about
Golden in the Sundays of his gaze
And honored among haystacks I was lord of the hokey-pokey
And once upon a twist and turn I boldly had the trodden grass
Bend with the lyric breezes
Down the paces of the quaint and curious motion.