--> Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
--> Striking a tomb with his heel,
--> Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
--> Zig, zig, zag, on his violin.
--> The winter wind blows, and the night is dark;
--> Moans are heard in the linden trees.
--> White skeletons pass through the gloom,
--> Running and leaping in their shrouds.
--> Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
--> You can hear the cracking of the bones of the dancers.
--> A lustful couple sits on the moss
--> So as to taste long lost delights.
--> Zig zig, zig, Death continues
--> The unending scraping on his instrument.
--> A veil has fallen! The dancer is naked.
--> Her partner grasps her amorously.
--> The lady, it's said, is a marchioness or baroness
--> And her green gallant, a poor cartwright.
--> Horror! Look how she gives herself to him,
--> Like the rustic was a baron.
--> Zig, zig, zig. What a saraband!
--> They all hold hands and dance in circles.
--> Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd
--> The king dancing among the peasants.
--> But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
--> They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
--> Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
--> Long live death and equality!
-->--''Danse Macabre'' by Henri Cazalis

--> One night, stormy and full of thunder,
--> You hear a rumbling from the grave
--> When suddenly the ground is torn asunder
--> And the dead begin to wave.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

--> They rise up from the world down under
--> And you stop and stare as in a trance
--> You eyes grow big as with wonder
--> As all of them begin to dance.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

--> They mambo, tango, shimmy and shake
--> They do the foxtrot, quickstep, jive
--> Twirling around at their own wake
--> Dancing, staying not alive.

--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!
--> It's the night! Night of the dancing dead!

-->--''[[NotUsingTheZedWord Zed Word]] Jamboree'', "Night of the Dancing Dead":

--> Carpals, tarsals, vertebrae, that's us clicking on parade
--> I move without any muscles, my skull's a cavernous hall
--> Tendons are made for pulling, my friend, I don't need them at all!
-->--''Skeletons on Parade'', '''Ludo'''

-->'' And whosoever shall be found''
-->''Without the soul for getting down''
-->''Must stand and face the hounds of hell''
-->''And rot inside a corpse's shell''
-->--''Music/MichaelJackson'',Thriller

-->'''Miss Flitworth:''' I take it you do dance, [[TheGrimReaper Mr. Bill Door]]?\\
'''Mr. Bill Door:''' [[foldercontrol]]

[[folder: Famed for it, Miss Flitworth. ]]

-->-- ''Literature/ReaperMan''

-->''And they were singing''
-->''Back to back, ghoul, belly to belly''
-->''Well, I don't give a damn 'cause I'm stone dead already''
-->''Back to back, oh oh oh, belly to belly''
-->''It's a zombie jamboree''
-->-- "Zombie Jamboree", Rockapella cover

-->As the sob of the breeze
-->Sweeps over the trees
-->And the mists lie low on the fen
-->From grey tomb-stones
-->Are gathered the bones
-->That once were women and men
-->And away they go
-->With a mop and a mow
-->To the revel that ends too soon
-->For cockcrow limits our holiday
-->The dead of the night’s high noon!

-->''Ha! ha!''
-->''Then is the ghosts’ high noon!''

-->-- "When the Night Wind Howls" from '''Theatre/{{Ruddigore}}''', ''Creator/GilbertAndSullivan''

-->At midnight in the museum hall,\\
The fossils gathered for a ball,\\
There were no drums or saxophones,\\
But just the clatter of their bones,\\
Rolling, rattling carefree circus,\\
Of mammoth polkas and mazurkas,\\
Pterodactyls and brontosauruses\\
Sang ghostly prehistoric choruses,\\
Amid the mastodonic wassail\\
I caught the eye of one small fossil,\\
"Cheer up sad world," he said and winked,\\
"It's kind of fun to be extinct."
-->--Ogden Nash, Fossils

--> Aaron stretched himself, shook himself, got up, took a step of two, and began to dance a jig. With his old bones rattling, and his yellow teeth snapping, and his bald head waggling, and his arms flip-flopping, around and around the room he went.
--> The fiddler played and Aaron danced. Up and down the floor he danced. Witrh his long legs clocking, and his kneebones clocking, he skipped and pranced around the room.
-->How that dead man danced!
-->Crickety-crack, down and back, the dead man went hopping. Every time he jumped he cracked, and every time he cracked, another dry bone dropped on the floor.
-->--Alvin Schwartz, Aaron Kelley's Bones

--> When the "G" falls off the graveyard sign...
-->--A popular meme
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