Instrument - Eva zero
Written by:Lucy
A master of music came with an intent
To give me a lesson on my instrument
I thank him for nothing
And big him be gone
For my little fiddle should not be played on
My thing is my own
And I kept it so still
Though other young lasses may do as they will
My thing is my own
And I kept it so still
Though other young lasses may do as they will