[Lothiriel Silmarien]

Fog on the Barrow-Downs

There was a loud rumbling sound, as of barrells frollicing and skipping, and suddenly disease infested animal eating hubbly bubbly bears streamed in, real disease infested animal eating hubbly bubbly bears, the plain disease infested animal eating hubbly bubbly bears of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's pinky toe; and there was Tom's beer belly (plaid shirt, leopard skin scarf, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the carcuses of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not dance, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very bubbly.

Tom stooped, removed his diaper, and came into the dark chamber, singing:

Get out, you old ugly smelly thing to the left...wait, little farther, no that one!! Vanish in the feather feather soft feather feather bed!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the steamy sewage stream far beyond the mounTAIN!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.