The Tale of the String

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