You want to journey to the land of tango, my son?
A land full of riches, with connection aplenty.
Something I must warn you about these travels, my son.
The passage is perilous, the dangers are many.
These waters you pass through house monsters, my son.
Keep a sharp eye and learn to act swiftly.
If you decide to embark on this journey, my son.
Then pay close attention and heed these words carefully.
Beware the octopus, lurking in the depths.
It knows but one move, which consists of eight steps.
Lanes and timing, such things it cares not.
Stay vigilant or you will surely get caught.
The pause that you feel, merely calm before the storm.
It prepares to strike backwards; all must be warned.
Throughout these waters, starfish move as they please.
Fedoras and fishnets, performing tango trapeze.
Looks like five legs fly through the air.
Dips, flips, and poses—all kinds of flair.
At a distance a starfish is harmless enough.
But don’t get to close or you may be out of luck.
Waves are most perilous when close to the rocks.
Waves move ever forwards, and rocks always stop.
Trapped between the two, many explorers are slain.
Your only escape is the treacherous inner lane.
The Sirens’ call you sometimes will hear.
“Want to dance this tanda?” they sing in your ear.
An outstretched hand, avoid at all costs.
Snarled in their trap, many seamen are lost.
Your heart and your kindness will tell you to go,
but your arm and your back will soon scream “Oh no!”
Choose wisely, my son, your partner in arms.
A fellow navigator to guide through the storms.
Good companions on this journey are also a must.
Those selfless with space, those you can trust.
Your fellowship of the ronda, in front and in back.
They provide you with peace and stave off attack.
Follow these lessons, hard worn and hard won.
And you’ll make it to the land of tango, my son.