Fiddler On the Hoof
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In Solitude I Wander
The countryside I roam
Like a fox without a den
I don’t possess a home.
A minstrel on a fiddle
Plucking strings, come rain or snow
With furry friends a-following
To hear this one man show.
Little birds cheep out in tune
Their tweeting symphony
As all of nature comes alive
In joyful harmony.
The trees bow down their branches
As this chorus walks on by
They rustle leaves in honour
Raising spirits to the sky.
12th October 2020
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