Many many years ago,
On a sunny day when there was snow
In Lorien there stood a man
Who looked rather foolish doing the can-can.
They said his name was Boromir
They had no idea how he turned up there.
So the Elves shot their arrows and began to sing,
And Frodo ran away with the One Ring
Oh what a fright they had that warm day.
In the depths of winter and the month of May.
When Sauron the Evil and Bad Dark Lord,
Put on lots of make-up because he was bored!
And so ends this crazy little tale,
In Poetry Classes I would probably fail.
And the Fellowship went on their weary way,
In the deep mid-winter in the month of May.
The Hobbits march on one by one,
They were all blinded by the sun.
Its rather low this time of year,
and sings songs that Man cant hear.
Elves are singing in the trees,
Oorcs are getting stung by bees,
Rabbits attack the Fellowship,
As the venture out on this strange trip.
They wander through trees and mines and hills,
But now poor Frodos feeling ill.
They hurry to get to Rivendell Home
The Hobbits and Strider all alone.
While Hobbits loitered in a pub,
The riders came to stay.
They tried to enter the prancing pony,
But they were turned away.
"Today we run a special,
Only hobbits and dwarves allowed,
So try again tomorrow,"
Said butterbur with a frown.
The riders weren't to happy,
They plotted for a way,
To get into the pony,
Before the hobbits got away.
They knelt down in the mud,
And tied shoes to their knees,
Before crawling back to the pony,
As small as a dwarf at least.
They banged on the door which was opened,
Butterbur laughed at the sight,
Of riders passing themselves off for dwarves,
On this dark and murky night.
Look at what that hobbit did
While I was riding by!
He got out instant drying dye
With an evil gleam in his eye
He dyed me pink! Oh the shame
Pink doesn�t suit me
Its such a pain
How I hate that little hobbit!
I�ll track it through tree and field
I�ll make it turn me black again
I care not for the power it weilds!
How will anyone take me serious?
An evil henchman should not wear pink!
So I ride into the moonless light
On the trail of the hobbit
(at least I think�)
You are our preciousssss
You are our love!
We shall never let you go!
We will eat a dove!
You came to us on our birthday
We had fish for tea
Mmmmm fish! We is hungry precious! Let�sssss go fishing!
LATER
Fish is yummy, fish is good!
I love my little fish�s
They are the most precious food!
Who needs forks and dishes?
When we can rip them with our teeth!
All these yummy little fish
And throw the bones at the orcses!
While the are having a pi�.
Sam: *shakes head* that�s just wrong