Let the music lilt and lift,
And let the dance begin;
And let who will the ashes sift
To probe and smell for sin.
Sin may creep into anything
That we may say or do .
For some it waits in everything
That has just Fun in view.
So let the music rise and swell:
I’ll dance–you still outclass me,
For when I’m on my way to Hell,
I’ll greet you when you pass me.
by Ray Romine Wednesday, February 6, 1946
