This had me thinking Tom Lehrer. Specifically, “The Irish Ballad”:
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
Sing “rickety tickety tin!”
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flames rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playing a violin, -olin,
Playing a violin.
This had me thinking Tom Lehrer. Specifically, “The Irish Ballad”:
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
Sing “rickety tickety tin!”
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flames rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playing a violin, -olin,
Playing a violin.
Funnily enough, Nero didn’t play fiddle during the fire of Rome. He immediately returned from his country villa and organized help, up to opening his palace to refugees.
Good call.
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
Sing “rickety tickety tin!”
She set her sister’s hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flames rose higher,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playing a violin, -olin,
Playing a violin.
And yes, I typed that from memory.
“thinking”
Of course I will, that’s a waste of her talents, what’s the point of playing the violin if everybody’s busy burning to death to listen?
Pretty cool.