Fiddle Fantasy

 

                                            I had a dream I played the fiddle
                                            Held the bow, thumb on the frog
                                            Rich notes plucked from the middle
                                            Of this, my Amati, my musical log

                                            Held the bow, thumb on the frog
                                            Stroking strings as if on fire
                                            Of this, my Amati, my musical log
Heated up our lyric-desire

Stroking strings as if on fire
Cajun, swamp-pop, and Dixie, too
Heated up our lyric-desire
Danced at Bridgeport, then bid adieu

Cajun, swamp-pop, and Dixie, too
All aswirl as my violin sang
Danced at Bridgeport, then bid adieu
Lights turned low as the last bell rang

All aswirl as my violin sang
Rich notes plucked from the middle
Lights turned low as the last bell rang
I had a dream I played the fiddle

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"Always try to add a little fizz and ginger to everything you write." --Matthew Stibbe

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