Fiddle-dee-dee
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In Wonderland dwelled Tweedledum and Tweedledee, twin brothers;
And genial next door neighbors, like the rainbow's changing colors.
Employed by the Mad Hatter, at Vale asylum, in Looking Glass Land,
The twins managed that institution well, like thunder, in command.
Their homes and land were edged by a flowery fence, somewhat tall;
As sturdy mountains surround the valleys, awaiting sunset's enthrall.
Fittingly the twins shared many friends; like fun flowers, unforgotten,
Feelingly admired in some fragrant, February, of the shocking garden!
Other family flitted by for visits, as the floppy flowers posed, fuming;
Factually thrilled to see the siblings, like sky and admiral sea, fusing.
They lived in the houses of discontent, which ever lacked something,
Where moon was missed at noon; and nights dreamt of sun coming.
Semiprecious Mars sparkled rubies, on their street of sunset nights;
When plump blossoms enacted a hula, with winds, of mystery flights.
Usually nurturing, gracious neighbors, the twins were newly at odds;
Over the weighty matter of a gourd rattle, like nomadic stars' chaos.
Tweedledum played that instrument, in the lauded, Wonderland band;
And Tweedledee had by chance broken it. Unforgiven, yet unplanned.
'Spoon leaf sundew' plants were supping, as windflowers rode gusts;
And cuckoo blooms quickly went mad, like plum sky, at dawn's cusp.
Dark red, pretty, Asiatic lilies, vanished in smoke of summer sunset;
When sage added flavor to the gardens, in green days, not gone yet.
Hapless Tweedledum and Tweedledee, learned they could not agree;
And tempers flared, with hard feelings, like a volcano, red lava spree!
At last, they decided to settle things, with the old-fashioned fist fight;
'And may the best man win,' thought both, like moon lit up midnight.
The day of said battle dawned lavender, with people there, gathered;
But, a monstrous crow swooped down, so twins and crowd, scattered!
The crows grew very big in that region, and they could be a menace!
The brothers shook hands and compromised, since family is precious.
Tweedledum had been negligent, and Tweedledee had been careless;
So, each paid half, for a new instrument, like the things living tells us.
'Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.'
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2025
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