Art Explained By A Writer - The Fiddler

Hey Tevye the dairyman
I am the fiddler, the music man
There isn't much I have to do to create tunes
The seasons are not what you should fear for
What makes you believe I'm just fiddling
Playing around
Am I useless because I don't work like a hound?

Tevye, you pull the car instead of your lame horse
Look, I'm the fiddler, the one who spreads happiness
There's no need to remain sad be creative
The old rules are good as far as they get you
If I were a rich man?
What counts is the violin's tunes
Lovely, heartfelt, romantic music
Let's dance through life as long as we can.

Tevye, are you drinking cheering to life?
Keep your head to the sky
Here I am, the fiddler on the roof
There's always a tune, at sunrise, sunset
My violin keeps playing during the night
Listen to the sound of music, sir, My fair Lady
Winter, snow and ice can't prevent me from playing
I bring colour to lives, am the cherry on the pie
Keep your head up there's always a rescue angel on its way.

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Painting: Marc Chagall, The Fiddler, 1912–1913. (public domain)
"Fiddler on the roof" is the prompt provided by @freewritehouse}