
For Oliver
on his second birthday
from Grandpa Jamieson

They rolled into town in a shiny new Fival,
blowing the horn to announce their arrival.
They were Fiddle-Dee-Dee and Fiddle-Dee-Dum,
two very odd brothers from the village of Krum.
A crowd gathered quickly, as crowds often do.
The brothers hopped out, first one and then two.
"Just call me Dee," said Fiddle-Dee-Dee.
"And my brother is Dum!" he chortled with glee.



Just call me Dee, and my brother is Dum!
"We'll accept any challenge, any challenge at all.
Just name it, no matter how big or how small."
"OK," said the mayor, as he came up the path,
"there's a baby in town who refuses to laugh."
"He hasn't laughed once since the day of his birth.
Do you think you could grace this town with his mirth?"
"That's an easy one," said Fiddle-Dee-Dee.
"We'll accept your challenge for a nominal fee."

There's a baby in town
who refuses to laugh.
"Fair enough," said the mayor. "We'll start in the morning.
But he's a hard nut to crack. You deserve that fair warning."
At sunrise, the whole town came out to the square.
The brothers were here and the baby was there.
"Let the shenanigans begin!" cried the mayor to the crowd.
The man wasn't eloquent, but, boy, was he loud!
"OK, little baby, sit here on my knee,
and prepare to be dazzled!" said Fiddle-Dee-Dee.


Let the shenanigans begin!

"Here come the yucks!" said Fiddle-Dee-Dum.
Then he made funny faces and beat on a drum.
He sang silly songs and he danced silly dances,
doing backflips and frontflips and taking big chances.
He danced every dance he knew how to do,
Macarena, Macarena and the Chicken Dance, too.
But the baby looked bored, unsmiling and glum,
"Let's break out the toys!" cried Fiddle-Dee-Dum.

Here come the yucks!
Dee juggled bowling balls high in the air,
while whistling "Dixie" to the old gray mayor.
Dum stood on his head on a bright red toboggan,
and hurtled downhill on the top of his noggin.
It was a regular circus, a grand show of levity.
The only thing missing was the least bit of brevity.
The townsfolk were all doubled over with laughter,
and forgot all about the boy until after.
Ha Ha ha ha ha!
Hoo hoo hoo!
hee hee hee hee!
Ho ho ho ho ho!
haw haw haw!
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For Oliver
on his second birthday
from Grandpa Jamieson

They rolled into town in a shiny new Fival,
blowing the horn to announce their arrival.
They were Fiddle-Dee-Dee and Fiddle-Dee-Dum,
two very odd brothers from the village of Krum.
A crowd gathered quickly, as crowds often do.
The brothers hopped out, first one and then two.
"Just call me Dee," said Fiddle-Dee-Dee.
"And my brother is Dum!" he chortled with glee.



Just call me Dee, and my brother is Dum!
"We'll accept any challenge, any challenge at all.
Just name it, no matter how big or how small."
"OK," said the mayor, as he came up the path,
"there's a baby in town who refuses to laugh."
"He hasn't laughed once since the day of his birth.
Do you think you could grace this town with his mirth?"
"That's an easy one," said Fiddle-Dee-Dee.
"We'll accept your challenge for a nominal fee."
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