Here is a poem. I witnessed these events at the Rites of Spring in MA. in 1994

At the Ritual Fire

June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough june june june!
That’s how she danced with her hands in the dirt
With her ass in the air and dripping with sweat,
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough june june june!

See snake dancers leap ‘round the roaring
Clapping their hands and stamping their feet,
Tossing their clothes into the night sky,
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough june june june!

Now the lead drummer pursues his lady
With a mighty fat drum between her knees,
Pounding that beat deep into her bones,
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough june june june!

Into a time warp! Leap through the air!
Hail the bonfire, shout out your love!
There’s no going back to a trivial world,
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough june june june!

Join the wild chanting! Raise up your hands!
Feel that snake rising up your spine,
Call out the names of the Goddess and God:
Eros and Frigga! Eros and Frigga! Eros and Frigga!
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough
June go-dough-go-dough-go-dough
June june june!