Phyliss Socca Hall, dancing with such grace, Joseph Pierini, shouting in her face, Stop it! he exclaims, with a voice so loud, But Phyliss keeps on dancing, in a crowd. Her feet move swiftly, to the socca beat, Joseph's words fall short, in his defeat, Phyliss twirls and spins, in a world of make believe, Joseph's protests fade, as she continues to achieve. Oh stop it, he says, but she pays no mind, Phyliss dances on, leaving him behind, In her own world, of music and joy, Phyliss Socca Hall,...