In the streets of Memphis

In the streets of Memphis, a mastiff would play,
His fiddle in hand, and music in his heart,
He played for the love, and for the donations,
That would help him get by, and not fall apart.

He played on the corners, and in the squares,
His melodies filling the air,
People would stop and listen,
And sometimes they’d toss a dollar or two in his hat, in there.

He played every day, rain or shine,
His passion for music never fading,
And though he sometimes felt discouraged,
He never let it show, his spirit not degrading.

One day, a record executive happened to hear,
The mastiff’s beautiful playing, so clear,
He was amazed by the talent,
And knew he had to sign the mastiff, no fear.

And so the mastiff’s career took off,
His music reaching people near and far,
He had a viral hit called “Fiddler’s Riddle,”
And became known as the mastiff with the fiddle, oh so bizarre.

But no matter how famous he became,
The mastiff never forgot where he came from,
He continued to play on the streets of Memphis,
For the love of music, and for the fun.