Rhythmic Stories August 31, 2021

Daddy’s Fiddle

Daddy played the fiddle

Children happily dancing in the middle

Round and round we would go

As daddy played, he tapped his toes

Cowboy boots would scoot

To daddy’s rooty toot toot

Saturday night affair

Daddy’s music filled the air

Happy voices would rise 

Above baby brothers cries

A smile rested on a mamas face

Relaxing from her daily race

Raising children and cooking meals

Mama did it with such zeal

When evening came around

Time for daddy’s fiddle sound

Daddy’s fiddle helped Mamas’s heart heal

I can hear daddy’s fiddle playing still

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