Fiddle And Faddle Poem by John Shea

Fiddle And Faddle



Two feathered friends

blushed up in blue feathers
Laying eggs not thinking the who's

WHO'S my daddy said the sparrow
To his mom

your the son of night crawlers I said

Fiddle and Faddle
Do


paddle their own boat

Only in the summertime
when the water is warm

Ready for a faddle to fiddle around.

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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