At the turning of the hour when the clock hands are tall,
The glitter bugs wake and get dressed for the ball
As a thousand lights pop in the fizzling sky
They wait oh so quietly, I think you know why
And then first a spark, as it floats toward heaven
Oh look now there's nine, maybe ten or eleven
At last here's our queen and she's glowing with joys
It's the Dance of the Phoenix, for all girls and boys