Humorous poem by the wife of family historian David James Watson

I recently came across this humorous poem by Minnie Maude Snider.
Nels Buchanan and a friend wanted to borrow a precious item from her father James, who was widowed and living with Dave and Minnie at the time.

Dad's Old Fiddle

Last night Dave was busy reading the news
And he said I am sleepy, I'll go take a snooze. 
He’d being sleeping some hours it was midnight or more
When there came such a terrible bang at the door.

The bangs were repeated again and again
Surely someone must be in great pain.
Dave jumped out of bed and made tracks to the door
And when he got there, well no wonder he swore.

There stood two Lads singing “High Diddle Diddle”,
Saying “Davie we’ve come to borrow Dad's fiddle.
They're anxious to dance, so they all say 
And we lost our own fiddle somewhere on the way.

We knew there is no other one to be had
So they sent us along for to try and get Dad’s”.
The night being so cold, and Dave's scantily dressed,
He hustled upstairs where Dad was at rest. 

Said he, “Come Dad wake up and help solve this riddle.
There's two Lads downstairs want to borrow your fiddle.”
Well you may be sure Dad bristled at once.
Said “They must think I am either a fool or a dunce.

Where that fiddle goes old Snider goes too.
Go back and tell them just what they can do. 
Let them dance around the room or swing in the middle,
Or go to Sam Hill but they'll not get my fiddle.”

Dave delivered the message - the boys gave a start,
Said “They sent us to ask we've now done our part”.
Then Dave went shivering back to his bed. 
While Dad fussed around in the room overhead.
And the boys went away and I know they were mad. 
Saying “If we want the blamed fiddle we'll have to take Dad.”

written by Minnie Watson