The Cat And The Moon - A.R.Rahman, Värttinä, Christopher Nightingale

There’s an inn of old renown

Where they brew a beer so brown

Moon came rolling down the hill

One Hevnsday night to drink his fill

On a three-stringed fiddle there

Played the Ostler’s cat so fair

The hornèd Cow that night was seen

To dance a jig upon the green

Called by the fiddle to the

Middle of the muddle where the

Cow with a caper sent the

Small dog squealing

Moon in a fuddle went to

Huddle by the griddle but he

Slipped in a puddle and the

World went reeling

Downsides went up- hey!

Outsides went wide

As the fiddle

Played a twiddle

And the Moon slept till Sterrenday

Upsides went west- hey!

Broadsides went boom

With a twiddle on the fiddle

In the middle by the griddle

And the Moon slept till Sterrenday

Dish from off the dresser pranced

Found a spoon and gaily danced

Horses neighed and champed their bits

For the bloodshot Moon had lost his wits

Well, cow jumped over, Dog barked wild

Moon lay prone and sweetly smiled

Ostler cried, «Play faster, Cat!

Because we all want to dance like that."

Gambol and totter till you’re

Hotter than a hatter and you

Spin all akimbo

Like a windmill flailing

Whirl with a clatter till you

Scatter every cotter and the

Strings start a-pinging as the

World goes sailing

Downsides go up- hey!

Outsides go wide

You can clatter

With your platter

But the Moon slept till Sterrenday

Upsides go west- hey!

Broadsides go boom

With a batter and a clatter

You can shatter every platter

But the Moon slept till Sterrenday

Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle

Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle

Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho

Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho

Hey-hey-din-gen-do

Hey-hey-din-geli-do

Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho

Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho ho

Hott-a-cott-a-hotta-ko

Hott-a-cott-a-ko-cott-a-ko-ho

Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho

Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho

Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do

Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do

Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!

Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!

Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo

Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo

Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo!

Downsides go up- hey!

Outsides go wide

With a twiddle on the fiddle

In the middle by the griddle

And the Moon slept till Sterrenday

Upsides go west- hey!

Broadsides go boom

With a batter and a clatter

You can shatter every platter

But the Moon slept till Sterrenday