This book is overflowing with graceful and glorious poems about arabesques, ballet lessons, glittering tutus, ribbons and - gulp! - performing in a big recital. Perfect for all budding ballerinas.

On pointe

That's where I want to go,

Poised upon one magic toe,

Not a wobble, not a lurch,

Still as statues in a church.

Arms raised high and eyes cast low,

Dressed in feathers white as snow,

Not a flicker, not a shake,

Motionless beside the lake.

Round about the stage I'll glide

While the moonlit cygnets hide,

Not a stumble, not a sway,

I'll be there ON POINTE some day.