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There once was a man from Pa-Diddle
who frolicked about with his fiddle

He played all night, and he played all day
much to the villagers’ chagrin and dismay

Hop about, hop about
Swaying all around
Turning, turning
A festive sound

House to house, he plucked a tune
kin began to sneer or swoon

Into the streets some folks did dance
caught in a joyous, musical trance

“Please stop and consider such noise!”,
an old man spoke aloud
The fiddler coyly grinned
and played on to the crowd

The elder chanted and began to gloar
“A curse on you to fiddle no more!”

The minstrel dropped his violin
and froze up like a mannequin

No more hopping
or turning about
To silence and calm
the tunes did reroute

“Ah but yes, some quiet at last!”
Proud of the spell that he had cast

As he continued to brag and sass
the townsfolk came to him en masse

Stones they threw
and he ducked and ran
The wanted their medleys
not a frivolous ban

Out of the bourg and into the wood
the grizzled, gray pater now understood

As he had jinxed a friendly type
so now was he the hamlet snipe

As the evil charm did lift
the artist, he did stir
His bowing soon began
as they surely did prefer

The innocent rarely ask for a fight
Stand up for them when they are in plight

Give them their dues for all that should try
Send them away with a watchful eye

2016 Kelly R. Sullivan