They oughta call it Fiddlegate, this tale, that's what it is.
The plot is all a little bait, this tale begins to fizz.
First there is a Fiddle, then there is no Fiddle, then there is.
Next there is a Riddle, then there is no Riddle, then there is.

The crafty turtle casts his spell to find an utter lie within.
Crafty turtle cracks his shell to find another lie to spin.
First there is some doubt, and then there is no doubt, and then there is.
Tension is a-mountin', then there is some shoutin'.

"Oh *moi*peeps*, wha. Oh *moi*peeps*, wha. Oh *moi*peeps*, wha, I'm not to blame."

Oh, the show will play on AmIRight to sheep as he tries to ponder his pride.

The talk about this Fiddlegate prevails, it's all the buzz.
The shock about this little spate impales, that's what it does.
Crafty turtle sheds his shell in time to mutter lies and spin.
Crafty turtle says he's well and fine, a stuttered line, chagrin.

First there is a Fiddle, then there is no Fiddle, then there is.
Next there is a Riddle, then there is no Riddle, it's a quiz.
Then there is a Twiddle, then there is Bo Diddle, hey, what gives?
First there is a Fiddle, then there is no Fiddle, then there is.