Fiddledeefum
(sequel to The Town Of Flibbertyflat)

After taking a trip down to Flibbertyflat
My desire to walk disappeared just like that
But I couldn’t stop thinking “What lies down Road B?”
And my curious thoughts got the better of me

I headed right for the Road B intersection
And followed it off in a southward direction
I walked down Road B for an hour or two
‘Til I thought I would wear out a hole in my shoe

I walked and I walked ‘til I finally did see
A place where a C Road crossed over Road B
I thought for a moment on what I should do
Then continued along on Road B, wouldn’t you?

I looked left and right, then I looked up and down
And off to the left was a small little town
So I followed Road B right on into this place
And I saw several folks with one hand on their face

I asked someone there for the name of this town
But the answer I got was a glare and a frown
The person would not take their hand from their face
To give me the name of this strange little place

Then finally I saw a sign on a tree
That said “Fiddledeefum” just as plain as could be
So after my walk down Road B I had come
To this strange little town known as Fiddledeefum

The Fiddledeefummers would not speak a word
As they went on their way, I thought this was absurd
Then I realized why they had nothing to say
They were sucking their thumbs as they went on their way

And that’s why they all had their hand on their face
‘Cause Fiddledeefum was a thumb sucking place
The poor little people there only could hum
While going about this place sucking their thumb

Whenever they walked down the sidewalk or street
They hummed to each other when stopping to greet
And that is why everyone there looked so glum
‘Cause no one could ever stop sucking their thumb

There was only one time there that I saw their gums
And that was at midday when they switched their thumbs
I really felt bad for the Fiddledeefummers
How sad to be nothing but thumb sucking hummers

And try as I might to get someone to talk
They only would glare and continue to walk
I asked someone there to do me a favor
And tell me which thumb was their favorite flavor

But they only acted as if I were dumb
And hummed at me angrily sucking their thumb
Very soon I decided to quickly depart
From Fiddledeefum and its thumb sucking art

So kiddies if you keep on sucking your thumb
You might end up living in Fiddledeefum
For that strange little town down Road B to the South
Is for odd little folks with their thumb in their mouth

And as I was trav’ling back down on Road B
A curious thought started coming to me
I wonder what strange things might be down Road C?
Someday I should find out, now don’t you agree?