salt and pepper dance

Magpie that I am, every Friday I make it a habit to swoop down on
my local Goodwill thrift store, and quickly browse the books and
housewares. Besides the thrill of the treasure hunt, when I shop at
Goodwill, I'm supporting job training and placement programs for
those with disabilities and other disadvantages. Yesterday, these
two cuties begged to come home and dance at the manor. I conceded,
since they were only $1.99 each. Such a bargain.

They immediately gave me a warm and woolly moment, bringing to
mind a poem by Wymond Garthwaite, illustrated by Grace Dalles
Clarke, I loved as a child, called "The Salt and Pepper Dance" from
Poems to Read and To Learn, Golden Press, 1955.
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One day, or no, one night--
It happened just by chance
The Salt and Pepper pots
Decided they should dance.

They skipped and skupped about
As merry as could be,
For Salt and Pepper pots
So seldom dance, you see.

They jigged and jumped and jogged--
They really did too much--
The pepper sprinkled out
And made them sneeze "Ker-Snutch!"

"Ker-Wish! Ker-Wash! Ker-Chow!
The dancers now were through.
"We'll have to stop, " they said.
"We'll have to st--Ker-Choo!"

By the way, if you are wondering where to donate to help with the
Haiti disaster, I highly suggest Goodwill Industries. Click [HERE]
for their website and donation instructions.