Along this line...
 

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
Unless you're a troll -
then your bones will break sticks and stones
(and any unfortunate's limb that is used instead of a stick or a stone to break a troll's bone). :D

Tom sings a song about chickens to weary little hobbits... and MORE!!!
 

Yes, the title sounds like a pro-mo for a B-Movie but, i worked hard on this ok!!!

They all hurried forward, hobbits, chickens and ponies. Already half their weariness, sqawking and all their fears had fallen from them. Hey! Come merry chikies! rolled out the song to greet them.

hey! Come derry chickies! Hop along, my birdies!
Hobbits! chickens! Eggs all! We are fond of coup parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sqawk together!

or........

Then another chirpping voice, as chickeny and as feathery as Spring, like the song of a glad chick hopping down into the nest from a pecking morning in the hills, came falling like silver to meet them:

now let the chirpping begin! Let us chirp together
Of seed, grass, roads and crossing, eggs and cloudy weather,
Light on the hatching egg, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open barn coup, beeks in the heather,
Chicks by the shady pool, Hens splashing water:
Old Rooster Bombadil and the River-Hen Daughter!

hope you guys like... the last song did involve the whole chicken and crossing thing so, don't say i'm off topic. :p long live Chicken!

Cleverly done, Ka. You'll be competing with Sam on Troll songs next? "Sticks and stones..."

heh. i wish :rolleyes: ... But, i'm flat out of creative things (unlike Rooster Bombadil!!) today... Things didn't go so well today in general. So, i'll pass the chance up to someone else who has something amazing in mind.

Respectfully,

~The Little Old depressed Artist ka~

P.S. Thanks for the compliment. I don't hear them often.

I was driving home and thinking of Denethor. Movie flavored, this time.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Saruman: He does not know fear, he does not know pain, he will eat man-flesh!

Eowyn: He fears a cage.

Grima: The Chicken has always been our friend and ally.

Saruman: You reek of chicken.

Theoden: He will be three hundred leagues north by now.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Saruman: TO WAAAAAR!!!

Denethor: He seeks to supplant me!

Faramir: He brings the Steward a mighty gift.

I'm afraid this will only be intelligible to my fellow Germans, but:

What's black and white and red all over?

The Witch-King wearing his Eintracht Frankfurt scarf!

Sticks and Stones may break my bones...
Nilp, I am STILL grinning over that one. Bravo.