The dancing man came undone at one.
It’s hours later now, and the sun
has undergone a change and hid.
The day is over and the man’s kid
wonders where his daddy went.
No answers given clearly; the boy is sent
out to quest for his broken father
if only to delay all of his acts of pother.

The son, named Sean, looks headlong for his pa
but everywhere he goes, no one tells him, “Ya!
I know the man of which you speak right now.
He sleeps past yonder gate, and anyhow,
I’d like to offer room and board.
Because there’s naught that you’ll afford.”
No, no one says a word of use to him.
The prospects for this boy are looking pretty dim.

But finally, young Sean has found a lead!
A man seems like his Dad in looks and word and deed
and so the kid goes off to find the man
and bring him home as quickly as he can.
He fights a dragon; He fights a duck.
He makes a wizard look just like a schmuck.
He sees his papa; and they reconcile.
They dance together for a quite long while.

And so they start their long slow travel home.
It will take them thrice the time to roam
and will be a less important tale
that being told, ne’er need be availed.
For the good stuff’s happened; all that’s left is cake.
You needn’t stick so all your thirsts be slaked.
You can go about your business now, my friend.
The dad and son have had a happy end.