There was a boy who had to learn very young how to fend for himself
Fore his family never cared enough to remember to put food on the shelf
The streets can be harsh for one so little
But this boy learned quickly and so he gathered enough coin to purchase a fiddle
Sitting on the street corner everyday
The boy would place his coin plate and then he'd begin to play
At first the crowd was small
But soon the boys song began to lure all
The plate grew heavy with many of coin and his belly was always full
But good fortune can only last so long when you live under the Devils rule
His parents grew envious of the boys coin and fiddle so one day the boy left to go play
He returned to find his fiddle broken and pieces thrown every which way
His plate of coin was in his father's hand
He said 'boy you do not need this much coin, these riches are meant for a man'
The boy could do nothing fore he was too small
So the next day came and the people waited for the fiddles call
They began to protest when the boy did not show
Marching to the boys house refusing to go
The father came out and said there was no more fiddle
Then the boy stepped out with his chin held high trying to not look so little
The crowd began to cheer when they heard the familiar song
The boy held his mended fiddle proudly as the crowd began to sway along
Out from the crowd stepped a old woman who had sold the fiddle to the boy when she saw he was in need
Then he brought her the broken fiddle and she gave him a new one with the promise that he'd be freed
The woman stepped up and took the boys hand
She looked at the father and told him to get off her land
The old woman, not known to the boys parents, owned the town and would not tolerate this type of sin
So she had the boys admirers run them off and then she banished the boys torturers from ever returning again
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
There was a boy who had to learn very young how to fend for himself
Fore his family never cared enough to remember to put food on the shelf
The streets can be harsh for one so little
But this boy learned quickly and so he gathered enough coin to purchase a fiddle
Sitting on the street corner everyday
The boy would place his coin plate and then he'd begin to play
At first the crowd was small
But soon the boys song began to lure all
The plate grew heavy with many of coin and his belly was always full
But good fortune can only last so long when you live under the Devils rule
His parents grew envious of the boys coin and fiddle so one day the boy left to go play
He returned to find his fiddle broken and pieces thrown every which way
His plate of coin was in his father's hand
He said 'boy you do not need this much coin, these riches are meant for a man'
The boy could do nothing fore he was too small
So the next day came and the people waited for the fiddles call
They began to protest when the boy did not show
Marching to the boys house refusing to go
The father came out and said there was no more fiddle
Then the boy stepped out with his chin held high trying to not look so little
The crowd began to cheer when they heard the familiar song
The boy held his mended fiddle proudly as the crowd began to sway along
Out from the crowd stepped a old woman who had sold the fiddle to the boy when she saw he was in need
Then he brought her the broken fiddle and she gave him a new one with the promise that he'd be freed
The woman stepped up and took the boys hand
She looked at the father and told him to get off her land
The old woman, not known to the boys parents, owned the town and would not tolerate this type of sin
So she had the boys admirers run them off and then she banished the boys torturers from ever returning again
