Caught in the middle

Holding a fiddle

I daddle and diddle

It is no place I know

Nowhere to go

Pastel skies

For miles around

Not a chirp not a cheep

biting cold in my bones

Freezing my soul

Rubbing my eyes I spy

A motley group

Trudging along

Gaits dragging their feet

People like me

Who fiddle and faddle

All time they dwaddle

In the nowhere

Neither here or there

In the twilight they gather

To sing and swaddle

Creating a racket

Bursting crackers

In the middle of nowhere

Neither here or there

Funny it is to saddle with a

Group like these

Will drive me maddle

Yet along I will twaddle

Me and my fiddle

Screeching a song

Till the morning dazzles.