‘Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the cow jumped over the moon!’
Erestor finished the rhyme and smiled. “What a funny verse! I want you to draw a picture about it. The pussy cat playing a fiddle, or the little dog, or …”
“You said it wrong,” Elladan stated flatly. Beside him, Elrohir nodded in silent agreement.
“Wrong?” Erestor frowned. “No, of course not! It is a very old rhyme. Part of a much, much older version, in fact.”
“It’s not how Glorfindel says it,” Elrohir told him.
“What do you mean, ‘Glorfindel’?”
The twins exchanged an inscrutable glance, and began to recite.
“Hey diddle diddle,
The cat did a widdle …”