Look around, everywhere you turn are feathers. A thousand preening pink. It's a dance floor, you've got to perform. So, come on, vogue. Let your birdy move to the music. Head-flag, point it high, look your partner in the eye. Twist-preen, bend with grace, wing-salute, give good face. Wing-leg, stretch it out, flamingos marching all about. Don't just stand there, let's get to it. Strike a pose, there's nothing to it. Vogue.

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