30 May 2012
There was once a man named twiddle Who loved to play the fiddle Twiddle twiddled fiddles all day long!
With harps too, he would fiddle And he'd sing there in the middle Of a bustling bus station at Chalk Farm!
There goes a chap named Kingsley He sells brandy at Finsbury But on the side he loved to play the fiddle
And at the bus stop he would wait Though he knew it'll make him late But he loved to sit and watch the happy twiddle!
Alas one day he was fired His boss was getting tired From Kingsley coming late to work each day
So though at first he cried Kingsley soon realised There was no reason, none at all, to be dismayed
And on a sudden inspiration He ran to Chalk Farms station And made his fast way over to our twiddle
He then picked up his bow Watched his friends face start to glow As they both began to twiddle with their fiddles!
So if you're tired of work And need some of life's little quirks I doubt you should be feeling hesitation
Go on grab that bus, Really now what's all the fuss Head to Chalk Farm's bustling bus station!
Twiddle's Fiddles • Opuss № I