Merryweather Morningsong
Played his fiddle all day long
Even when he went to bed
Fiddles played inside in his head
By the fountain in the park
He would stay 'til after dark
People came from all around
Just to hear the happy sound
Sometimes he sang clever rhymes
Making light of harder times
Though my spirits rise and fall
I still smile when I recall
Merryweather Morningsong
Making music all day long
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