I felt like drawing ants playing a fiddle. As it turns out, I have a poem about three brothers playing a fiddle that pairs well with this one. The poem is entitled “Long Long, Short Short and Middle.”
Long Long, Short Short and Middle
There were three brothers long ago
that learned to play the fiddle:
Long Long – the first
Short Short – the third
The second’s name was Middle.Long Long would pluck the notes too quick,
Short Short would bow too slowly,
and Middle couldn’t play at all
for he was rotten wholly.How did these three find harmony?
The answer is no riddle:
Long Long would bow,
Short Short picked strings,
and Middle held the fiddle.
