Rat-tat-tat goes the sound of feet
dancing to the drums of her own beat
Lah-oh-lah goes the warbling song
of a Goose who's name is Swan
Tra-la, oh-lay!
Now a song shall play!
Oh-lah, ho-hay!
Here she comes, now pray!
No fair white maiden is she, oh no, no!
Fury and fire in her brown eyes, glow
You'd better watch out, all you Noldor fair
Or precious things she'll snatch from your hair!
Tra-la, oh-lay!
Most terrifying lady she is, ay?
Oh-lah, ho-hay!
Even Fëanor's hand she'd stay!
Now of her favorite things I will list;
Pearls and rubies, oh, and amethysts!
These are but a few of her beloved treats
Now give them, or your end you shall meet!
Tra-la, oh-lay!
Now of her too much I say
Oh-lah, ho-hay!
Oh, Eru, she comes this wa-
The rest of the parchment is covered in dried ink, as if the inkbottle had been knocked over in a rush.
Suspiciously, there is the tiniest scrap of downy fluff embedded in the dried ink.
