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Verse 1

Hey diddle diddle, the cat with the fiddle,

Plucks out a tune just to sweeten the riddle.

“Go on,” it hums, “don’t make us wait,”

As the bow skips light and it sets her pace.

Verse 2

The cow bends low, then pushes through,

The music decides what she has to do.

Each step she takes falls into time,

Measured and kept in a nursery rhyme.

Pre-Chorus

The little dog laughs—soft, in key,

Not wild, not loud—just perfectly.

Like it’s rehearsed, like it’s been shown,

Like none of this was ever her own.

Chorus

Oh hey diddle diddle, they’re smiling still,

Every attempt bending under their will.

“Higher now, higher,” gentle, in tune,

While she keeps chasing the edge of the moon.

Verse 3

The dish and the spoon don’t dance away,

They hover just close, then quietly sway.

Close enough just to keep her near,

Far enough never to quite be here.

Verse 4

The fiddle stays bright, almost sweet,

Turning her strain into something neat.

A slip becomes rhythm, a fall becomes rhyme,

Everything softened and set into time.

Pre-Chorus

“Again,” says the bow without missing a beat,

Dragging her back to the start of her feet.

No one commands, no one insists,

It’s written in pauses, in notes, in the twists.

Chorus

Oh hey diddle diddle, they’re clapping along,

Smoothing it over, calling it song.

“Almost,” they murmur, easy and low,

Like they already know she won’t quite make it though.

Bridge

The sky doesn’t change, the moon doesn’t bend,

The music begins where it never will end.

Her legs start to shake, but the rhythm won’t break,

Every breath timed for the audience’s sake.

The laughter is lighter the longer it stays,

Thinner and thinner, it fades into haze.

Until all that’s left is the pull of the tune,

And the distance that lives in the curve of the moon.

Breakdown

Hey… diddle… diddle…

The bow barely moves…

The sound still holds her…

With nothing to prove…

No cheers, no voices,

No clear place to land,

Just something repeating

She can’t understand…

Final Chorus

Oh hey diddle diddle, the pattern remains,

Soft little music that tightens its chains.

“Keep going,” it hums, though no one is there,

Still pulling her upward through empty air.

Outro

Hey diddle diddle, the tune never dies,

It lingers in silence, it lives in her tries.

The cat still plays, though unseen now,

And something still tells her exactly how.

The dish and the spoon are nowhere in sight,

The dog doesn’t laugh, day fades into night…

But over and over, without any cue—

She jumps…

…like she’s still being watched.