Something for the Barrow Wight ...
To the tune of Away in a Manger:
Away in a Barrow
Cold stone for a bed
Four little Hobbits
Laid down their sweet heads
The fog on the grey Downs
Looks down where they lay
Four little Hobbits
Asleep on the clay
The hand comes a groping
One Hobbit awakes
But brave little Frodo
Spurns thoughts of escape
With sword he is cutting
The hand falls away
And Frodo remembers
The rhyme he must say
Ho! Tom Bombadil! Ho!
Tom Bombadillo!
And Tom comes a calling
By reed and willow
Get out you old Wight!
Sings Tom Bombadil
And Wight leaves his Barrow
With shriek loud and shrill
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Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
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