The Old Violin

T'was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while,

To waste such time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people," he cried "who'll start the bidding for me?

A dollar? A dollar. Who'll make it two? Two dollars who'll make it three?

Three dollars once, three dollars twice going for three," but no!