Lina

Inside the Mathom-House in Michel Delving
The sight that met me there was underwhelming
What I saw
Made me “haw”
A shelf of dusty worn-out trinkets
Maltreated by a gang of shifty delinquents
I said, “No”
“This simply will not do at all”, I said

Feel the late summer breeze
Sweeping cross the field
Leaves alight in dusk
Golden wonders unsealed

Pick a late lonely berry
Juicy sweetness from the mire
Wonders never letting up
Home in the Shire

Me grandpa made a wooden boat
A little one with tiny sails
He carved me name into its hull
The finest toy I ever had

We let it in the river float
And then he told the wildest tales
The summer day was never dull
Me grandpa always made me glad

Beware the Little Sheepdog

The news were of the most worrying kind
And the gossip told of impending doom
All across the hobbit village, despair and worry reigned
As the locals fell into a state of cheerless gloom

A hobbit autumn song, see more information about it on the Biscuity Burrow

Lyrics:

She walks alone through far distant woods
Leaves golden on trees tall and umber
No sound beyond the gentle evening breeze
As the land slows down for winter slumber

To Simbo Rumblebelly

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