If Fiddles Were Feathers

Step into a nonsensical and imaginative place where children's dreams fly

If fiddles were feathers, I’d tickle you a tune
If monkeys wore sweaters, it wouldn’t be June
If all of my problems were tiny and small
They’d go in a wagon for fairies to haul

If the sun came up on a foggy day
I’d call on the wind to blow it away
Giggles and grins would huddle and spy
From behind every door and I wouldn’t ask why

If sailors could sail on a peppermint ship
Upon chocolate waves, what a wondrous trip
I would paint the sky pink with a magical wand
The trees would dance by the lemonade pond

If bruises and bumps made me laugh not cry
I’d stand on a mountain to take off and fly
My back would sprout wings and my toes would flutter
I’d land on a sea of sweet apple butter

If fiddles were feathers, I'd play a soft song
My days would be sweet and ever so long
I’d sleep in the shade of the hum of my mother
And dream candy dreams, one after another

Reviews

[Nigel Newman]

Jeannie this is really nice, and very evocative. I don't know if you're familiar with Gordon Lightfoot's song 'The Pony Man', but it's in a very similar vein. Delightful fantasy escapism, though yours also has the nice link to your mother. Tiny edit - should the first line of the final verse be "I'd play ...."