Always gave just a little While caught in the middle Of this game--such a riddle Singing hey diddle-diddle. But the cats aren't in their cradles Silver spoon sits in the ladle Don't know truth now from the fable As my head falls on the table No answers to the questions That haunt at night--that beckon The raven now is pecking Never-more lives to be wreckoned By this plague of brother-brother Fighting with each other And I caught in the middle Lost inside the riddle Singing hey diddle-diddle And I don't have a fiddle But I'll give you just a little While I'm caught in the middle.
Reason for writing:
Family garbage...
Birth sign: Pisces
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