The little angel stomps her feet
Jumping up and down on the shining tiles
As the music playing into her ears
She's dancing it away
Like the little Indian
She's stomping round and round
Eyes bright hair flowing wild
She seems she is on her own
She doesn't care what others say
The flow of a small swan
The small feet barely lifting up and away
Yet she is in her element
Stomping her feet
Like the Little Indian
Sometimes she sings
The tune she hears....
Bringing smile and cheers
As Izzy makes her way
Stomping her feet
Dancing round and round
Like the little Indian
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