i was walking on a lonely dirt road down to montipair when i looked up a head and saw a most curious glare.
the devil did i hear and it stuck me with fear when i hear him say he was hear for my soul
he looked me and i looked at him until we struck a deal, if i were to fiddle better than the devil then he'd spare my poor old soul. we fiddled all night and we fiddled all day and it seemed that the fiddling would stay, we fiddled for weeks, we fiddled for months, untill the devil began to grunt. i fiddled faster as the devil did droop, eventually the devil did stoop. he looked at me and i looked at him till the devil did say he was beat.
i looked up proudly and upon me was laid, the golden fiddle of legend's said.
*fiddle solo*