I found me a fiddle,
decided to play a little.
I walked up and down the street,
and played for those I would meet.
I found jumpin Andy,
he was pretty handy.
I gave him the tambourine,
oh what a weird scene.
We walked and played and sang a little,
Oh there goes Miss Kiddle.
She use to be a school marm,
Who lived on Mr. Peckers farm.
We walked and played and sang some more,
until we reached the corner store.
We danced and danced like jumping jacks.
Then got kicked out by Mr. Hack.
He took the fiddle and tambourine,
then sent us home with a dairy Queen.
Lovely little ditty...would be a charming children't poem...with FULL illustrations, of course! !
Not only can she write so well, she has a sense of humor as well! ! No playing here today, too dang hot and humid in this heat wave...Two laughs for me from you so far today......thanks.........marci.xo
I guess kids would have this by heart on the second reading enjoyed
I enjoyed this one. The rhymes make it special and so melodic. That Dairy Queen calls up memories.
Tuneful, winsome, and with a touch of nostalgia too. Childhood should always be like this. Warm regards, Sandra
I love poems about children. They always seem to know how to have a good time. Great visual images...
I love it! Very delightful to read. Wonderful poem for children. God bless you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a delighful piece, cleverly penned!