Fiddlededee

Fiddledee diddledee dido,
A poor little boy he cried, O;
He cried, for what?
O, I've forgot;
Perhaps you had better ask Fido.

Fiddledee diddledee dido,
The dog ran off to hide, O;
He'll bark and squeak,
But never speak—
There's no use in asking Fido.