Fiddle dee dee

I wrote this today for my year 3 violin class (7 and 8 year olds) – sometimes I love my job.. ❤

When life is a struggle 
And my head's in a muddle 
I pick up my fiddle 
And give it a cuddle 
I rosin my bow
Breathe in deep and slow 
I feel a lot better 
From my head to my toes
My fingers a-quiver 
My nose starts to shiver
I jiggle inside
From my spleen to my liver
I sway as I play
The best part of my day
As all of my troubles
Are polka'd away
I soothe like tea
And roar like the sea
Then dance like a bee
As I fiddle - dee - dee

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