The Tale of the String - Jan A.P. Kaczmarek

There once was a plain little piece of string

All alone and with nothing to do

Each night it would wish more than anything

For a someone to tie itself to

Then one day a fiddler came wandering by

And this plain little string quickly caught its eye

The fiddler said, «Just come with me

I can’t tell you how happy you’ll be

I have a broken string on my fiddle

I cannot play a thing on my fiddle

And musically speaking

You`re just what I’m seeking

With you I’ll be able to play!»

«You've made a mistake,» said the little string

I have never mad music before."

The fiddlr said, «I'll teach you how to sing

And you won’t be alone any more.»

He played on the string at fancy dress ball

And the sound thrilled the dancers and filled the hall

So sometimes a plain little piece of string

Makes the prettiest music of all