We Danced at Bank

Friday night we danced at Bank

A restaurant of high rank

But let's go back to the start

And see how the Christmas party moved our hearts

The line to the cloakroom was art

Our zigzag was quite smart

We shook Ritva's and Teemu's hands by the door

With the punch we walked to our tables on the floor

The president opened the show 

Explaining the one-year-old toddler's way to go

The festivity began

And we saw the magic man

The magician drank some beer

Counting the cards in the pack without fear

He played with balloons with one in his nose

The assistant on stage looked like a lily or rose

Later he played with a piece of string like a king

It was a magic rope, or how did he fake it?

It's hard to know how he could make it

Was it one or two or what did he do?

He made some loops

They disappeared just like "oops"

Very well he used his hands and fingers

Before we heard the singers

I'm not even able

To describe the gourmet on the table

You can seldom eat such heavenly food

I sent thanks to the kitchen in a good mood

Pola Ivanka

From Finland, not Sri Lanka

Sang the ladies to the stage

Some of her words slipped down below the waist

Pola's Tipitii was vibrant and brilliant

With Marion's "s" so sibilant

I don't recall what she sang in Lea's role

But then she switched to adult Paula's mode

The child of the earth

Was on a search

When Pola began to imitate Katri-Helena

In the musical arena 

The audience did applaud

Whenever Pola had a pause

I even made some Indian sound

You heard it if you were around

Live rock was rolling in the hall
With the rhythm sinking into us all
We enjoyed the singer's voice

And the band made the dancers rejoice

The almost one-year-old did very well

Giving us a Christmas party so swell

Thanks to all who made this possible

For giving us a party hardly vincible