A Wandering Mind

Twiddle, diddle, piddle,
Round and round they go,
Seeking to and fro,
Encircling the middle.

Glorious appendage,
Following your track,
First here, then back.
Secret patience of the Sage.

Not a finger, but a thumb,
Helping the day,
Passing on its way.
How I wish I had some rum.

Encircling the middle,
Seeking to and fro.
Round and round they go,
Piddle, diddle, twiddle.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest