My dear children, hello. Oh, no no no children,
everyone must answer please hello before we can start hello.
Hello? Well, that is better.
Now, if you would all draw
up your chairs and listen very closely I will tell you
a most unusual story. The story of the little fiddle.
As it is told in Symphony number 45, which was written
by the great Chzekoslovakian composer Andree (gibberish
name) Junior. Now, this story children is very unusual,
because it is told not only with words, but also with
music. But first I want you to meet the symphony
How do you do?
Shake hands with the trombone,
And the tuba,
And the oboe,
And the saxaphone, sousaphone, zither and xylophone
Clarinet, buglehorn, fiddle and fuglehorn
Tinny kazoo and the timpani, too
And the piccollo, picollo.
Now some of you children may be very surprised to hear
that the symphony is not only music, but that it always
tells a story. Which has a beginning,and a middle, and an
end. Except of course, the unfinished symphony, which has a
As I was saying
If you listen you will hear
From the corner of your ear
How the oboe she makes love to the bassoon
And the pipe goes diddle, diddle
And the fiddle's in the middle
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Heh, heh, heh, that's what she did.
Well, so. Now we tell the story.
Which starts with the first movement.
Presto vivace argomento molto, contabale molto, chocolo
molto. And we have the first theme which is naturally
the theme of the little fiddle.
Now this little fiddle is a young girl who lives with
her wicked guardian, who is a french horn. Now this
young girl, who is a beautiful girl, and her wicked
guardian live all alone on a farm. And all she has for
company are a hen, and a dog, and a nanny goat.
Now, one day when her wicked guardian, the french horn, is
upstairs busy washing his coils, along came a handsome
young trumpet. When he clasps his eyes on the little
fiddle his heart went zing (musical noise). And he gets
so excited he has a big cadenza, which is a solo
passage in triple tone.
This brings us to the second movement, when the little
fiddle is happy, and the trumpet is happy.
When suddenly, out stalks the french horn. "Ehhhhhh, what's
going on here," says the french horn. The little fiddle
is so putrified her bridge falls out. But the trumpet
says, we love each other. But the french horn is very
objectionable to this marriage. And the trumpet blows
his top, ah shut up! Now I know who you are, you are
not the french horn at all. That (nice music) had me
fooled for awhile but the (bad music) gave you away.
You are a glockenspiel in disguise beyond a doubt
wanted by the police for drowning twelve little fiddles
out. The glockenspiel tries to escape to his flat but
the animals are too sharp for him.
Ow, in the leg!
Ow, in the neck!
Ow, in the face!
Ow, in the other place!
The glockenspiel is trapped, his escape they are
foiling, so he jumps into a kettle drum, which is
Hooray the baddo glockenspiel is dead!
Happy little fiddle and trumpet are wed!