Little Child Shall Lead Them
The fiddler was having hard times
Despite his sorrows, he began to play.
Some crossed the street.
Others gave him pitying looks.
The fiddler kept fiddling.
It is what fiddlers do.
A little girl with music in her soul came by.
She threw back her head and threw out her arms.
The fiddler began fiddling faster and faster.
Bluegrass music, which spoke to his soul.
The child danced and danced.
Others saw, and ran up to dance too.
A little child shall lead you, the fiddler thought.
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