Jan A.P. Kaczmarek Follow

There once was a plain little piece of string,
All alone and with nothing to do.
Each night it would wish more than anything,
For a someone to tie itself to.
Then one day a fiddler came wandering by,
And this plain little string quickly caught its eye.
The fiddler said, “Just come with me.
I can’t tell you how happy you’ll be.
I have a broken string on my fiddle.
I cannot play a thing on my fiddle.
And musically speaking,
You`re just what I’m seeking,
With you I’ll be able to play!”
“You’ve made a mistake,” said the little string,
I have never made music before.”
The fiddler said, “I’ll teach you how to sing,
And you won’t be alone any more.”
He played on the string at fancy dress ball,
And the sound thrilled the dancers and filled the hall.
So sometimes a plain little piece of string,
Makes the prettiest music of all.