Hmm Diddle Diddle

Hmmm diddle, where’s I put my fiddle Fiddlely D, you’r somethin like me Somethin like me makes me holler Where r you? You’r here then you’r there My foots in the back door waitin Waitin for you Turning round and round dizzy enough to fall to the ground Laughing so hard can barely catch your breath aaaah you say, fresh apple pie.