hobbits

I'm sitting by a flowing stream
Awash with grass and summer dreams
That graced my sleep
I cast my line out far and wide
And reaching to the other side
Where willows weep
I'm hoping for a silver prize
For rainbow scales delight my eyes
What gifts the river has inside its store
I'll sit and fish for tea on river shores

Who keeps us hobbits safe and sound?
Who looks for trouble day and night?
Who'll sort it out when trouble's found?
Who'll never run away from fights?
The one who's there to put things right
And knows the whats the wheres and hows
The one whose cloak is smart and white
Oh Shirriff we salute you now!

The Michel Delving Market Song

So open up the weathered little door
The wooden beams reach to the creaking floor
There lies inside a fading welcome mat
And nearby is a stand to hang some hats

Fine pictures line the narrow passageway
An aging clock that ticks the time each day
And vases full of roses, red and white
Beside the doorways leading left and right

A table, chairs all neatly put aside
A wooden chest, its secrets locked inside
A line of books all bound in coats of red
Await a time that they all may be read

 Oh, lovely are carrots and lovely are peas
And ever so lovely's a berry-pie sweet,
But lovelier still than the fruit on the trees
Is a lad with bright eyes and soft hair on his feet.

There once was a Hobbit lass sweet as a pie
The loveliest lass in the whole of the Shire:
Few days without lads to propose would go by,
But she had not found one to match her desire.

She said: "I do care for your roses so red
And waves and helloes and sweet smiles from the lads -
But show me a Hobbit who will turn my head

((TBC))