See the naughty hobbit
He's sitting on the chair
Keep your eyes close on him
For he gets everywhere
Throwing on an old cloak
He walks out with a bound
Looking to make mischief
Anywhere it's found
Sneaking into orchards
And taking lots of fruit
Filling up an old sack
With lots of apple loot
Scaring hobbit children
That play in the long grass
Acting like a goblin
They cry and run home fast
Creeping into farm yards
And scaring cows and sheep
Tapping on the windows
Whilst farmers try to sleep
When he sees some bounders
He pulls a funny face
Easily out runs them
As they start to give chase
Looking for more trouble
He goes back to the Inn
Someone there lies waiting
The Shirriff catches him!
Thrown into the cellar
He sits alone that day
Trapped inside his prison
Whilst other hobbits play
Lots of lively dancing
Is upstairs in the Inn
He can hear the music
But he can't join in
The moral of this poem
Is don't be naughty ones
Better to be nice folk
It really is more fun!
