Here's how the original read to me. Maybe I missed something.
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
And soon upon the backward journey lithe
Anon, once accomplished, begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl
To spin! A wild release from heav'ns yoke
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the Poke, banish all thy doubt.
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.