On The Way To York

I am Daley Prancing
Occasionally dancing.

My legs begin to walk the walk
But this is not the way to York
New parameters
Odd diameters
I travel like a broken fork.

One foot likes to stay below
The other has an extra flow
Upside round
Wrong way down
Need to know which way to go.

I'm not walking through the air
I wander places that compare
Night and day
As they say
With flowers growing from up there.