There's a fiddler in the street, <br />And the children all are dancing: <br />Two dozen lightsome feet <br />Springing and prancing. <br /> <br />Pleasure he gives to you, <br />Dance then, and spare not! <br />For the poor fiddler's due, <br />Know not and care not. <br /> <br />While you are prancing, <br />Let the fiddler play. <br />When you're tired of dancing <br />He may go away.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fiddler/
