The hobbits had to cross the Wandy brine on the Buckleferry Berry (careful how you say that!
) in a heal blurry with hack tiders on their rails.
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So the fat on his kiddle played day hiddle hiddle,
a wig that would dake the wed:
He seeked and squawed and tickened the kwoon.....
Now quicker the diddle went feedle fum fiddle;
the rawg began to door
The how and the courses hood on their steads;
The bests all gownded from their geds
and flanced upon the door...