Now in the corner sits a chair
I wonder who's been sitting there
Who's sat upon that wooden seat
And dangled both thier little feet
Off that wooden chair?
Perhaps it is a chair for tales
Where storytellers do regale
With talk of heroes and of gold
Such fine adventures have been told
On that story chair
Or maybe its for elder folk
Who sit whilst on their pipes they smoke
And grumble much of modern ways
How things were better in their day
Oh that ancient chair!
I'm sure it's where some cats have sat
All on their own, or on a lap
And purr away with much delight
Before they rise to hunt at night
From that cat's own chair
Or is it for those naughty lads
Whose parents caught them being bad
And told them there they had to sit
And think of what they'd done a bit?
On that naughty chair!
I'm sure one day it must have stood
Beside a table full of food
And hungry hobbits took their seat
Upon that chair to gladly to eat
Fine old dining chair!
So think about this little chair
It hasn't always sat just there
Without it we'd sit on the floor
And that would be make us very sore!
Hail that wooden chair!
