"Gather around and let me tell you a story," The Fiddler sang,
watching children gather around him. Puffs of smoke lifted up into the night still air,
only to be frowned upon by parents. The Fiddler smiled showing crooked yellow teeth,
as he lifted his voice to be heard above the excitement and the roar.
"I fiddle as I go,
watching the moon aglow,
It would be false to say
a cow wants play.
The dog barks
hearing the larks
of a child at play.
So I sing,
Hey, Diddle, Diddle
The Hat? And the Griddle?
The Brow to the 'coon?
Where is the hog?
Is something wrong with the moon?
Maybe the evening has gone cacoon?
I will finish to let you rest
from the excitement, I can't detest.
Go to your 'ma, your 'pa
They won't deny your smiling faces.
will you apace..."
The Fiddler hummed and hummed,
the children laughed at the 'funny man' with a fiddle.
No one could stop the grin from all around the campfire as the Fiddler sang a Good Night.