Apollo king, a golden garment's swain.
"You art thyself when Rain ballets thy court.
Perform the sleeping beauty", crown explains.
She treads En pointe to plucking violin's ort.

Quartet of prince she greets, pas de cinq begins,
With each, a grant bettement; legato's play.
In stalwart arms pirouettes, she's grace to sins.
Un-hell-thee dance shall aid, with steps thou pray.

Her rosy hand to sky, retiré she's spruce,
With rising hem, penchés to peck the Earth.
Her noble form is not a puss in boots,
She curtsies, court applauds her stage of Urth.

To honor lord and miss, a play abstract.
In court of Louis, sleeping beautys' act.