Tiddle Dee Fiddle Poem by Timothy Long
Tiddle Dee Fiddle
Tiddle tee fiddle, whisling a maryst tune, see a man diddle ballons, in central sallons, nylons for six cap guns, with soft italion buns, the few beers to dew, and the women weeve and sew, with smoking in the cabin, robbing in the banks, with money nabbing, the sherrif just crying, with a laughing fit, enjoying the show in tow, with a explosive did blow in tis time to go.
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