Stomp, stomp.

The young children twirled.

Badum, Badum.

The fire crackled.

Stomp, stomp.

The cave walls shuddered.

Badum, Badum.

The tribe could feel the mountains heart beating.

Stomp, stomp.

And, though they were now merely ghosts, they danced and stomped all night.

Badum, badum.