The Burrow Upon the Hill
A summer night in Hobbiton
Two hobbits were passing by
No visit to the Ivy Bush
No ale them stopped to buy
Them crossed the bridge with utmost care
Them tiptoed past the mill
With stealthy looks them walked towards
the burrow upon the Hill
With picks and spades and satchels deep
Them hobbits were quite a sight
And as them passed the Party Tree
Them stayed well out of the light
For both had heard the tales of old
Their dreams would be fulfilled
With gold them soon would find beneath
the burrow upon the Hill
Them started digging in the soil
Them chopped at the earthen walls
And soon they found their passage to
The inner burrow halls
But oh, there were a sound in there
It gave them both a chill
The sound kept coming from within
the burrow upon the Hill
A clicking folding scraping noise
An omen of ill ter come
A shadow creeping closer still
It made them feel all numb
A twack, a shout and cries fer “MA!”
An angry howl so shrill
Them hobbits wept and tried ter leave
the burrow upon the Hill
A summer night in Hobbiton
Two hobbits came running by
Them dove into the Ivy bush
And ales them had ter buy
With marks upon their frightened brows
Them both were smacked with skill
Umbrellas were a danger in
the burrow upon the hill
Umbrellas were a danger in
the burrow upon the hill
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