Alligators

The floor is tiled in white and green
Outside the ballet class
Where all the girls run up and down
To make the minutes pass.

Today a new game started - 
Only walk on parts of green
For alligators maybe hiding
In the white, unseen.

The ballerinas hop and jump,
Avoiding floor that's white,
All following a leader,
Shrieking in pretended fright.

This new adventure fills the time
Until the teacher calls,
The alligators waiting
In the peaceful, silent halls.