Mr. Fiddle's Fiddlling Curse
"I would never betray my pillars of hope!" said he "I am a man of my words." Mr. Fiddle dilly-dallying under the pretty willow tree Fiddling with his words and their worth. "Aye, we understand," said the sprites "For you often say, You are noble and kind! And all the trees long for your embrace, And all the sprites help to keep you alive." Mr. Fiddle bursting with pride But the willow tree hides it with her branches. Fiddling with his integrity, Mr. Fiddle gets second chances. "Oh, Mr. Fiddle, You have become strong and wise. Let it not fool you or others, for your growth may feed you lies. For the yeast must first bloom, before it is made to bread. And ye know best, To have bread first, Before the news of harvest is spread!" Mr. Fiddle now confused Those silly little things! Fiddling with his austerity, Meddling with his worth. "You foolish sprites! How dare you defy me? Do you not know that I starve in hunger Before any of yo...