Sorry, I can’t seem to stop - nursery rhymes, anyone?
Wee Frodo Baggins runs through the woods
Up hills and down hills, far from his 'hood
Looking out in front of him, peering far behind,
“Is a Nazgul on my trail,
or have I lost my mind?”
Feonor has gone to sea,
With mithril buckles on his knee:
He’ll come back and marry me,
Pretty Feonor!
Feonor is fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He’s my love for evermore,
Pretty Feonor.
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Dear, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Aragorn’s gone so long.
He promised he’d buy me a brand new receiver,
He promised he’d buy me a brand new receiver,
He promised he’d buy me a brand new receiver,
To listen to Luthien’s song.
Grima Wormtongue, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Grima Wormtongue ran away.
Old Sauron Hubbard;
Went to the cupboard,
To give his poor Gollum a bone;
But when he got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor Gollum had a nice, fat Hobbit instead.
Hey, diddle, diddle!
The Hobbit is little,
The Nazgul were stopped at the Ford;
The Ents all laughed
To see such sport,
But Glorfindel soon got bored.
Sing a song of lembas
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty rabbits
Baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened
The rabbits all were dead
Was not that a dainty dish
For Hobbits full of dread!
The Istari in his watching tower,
Watching all his orcs;
The torturers in pits below,
Putting on the torque-
Gollum’s in the fire now
Not hanging out with me,
When down comes a ranger
And takes us back to Bree!
Sam and Fro’ went up the hill,
To rid us of a curse;
Fro’ came down, one finger gone
But Gollum is much worse.
Boromir, come, blow your horn!
The orc’s in the meadow, uruk in the corn.
And where’s the king that looks after the sheep?
Under Arwen, fast asleep!
Sauron, Sauron, go away,
Come again another day;
King Isildur wants to play.
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the rings were one ring,
What an evil ring it would be!
And if all the kings were one king,
What a messed-up king he’d be!
And if the great king took the great ring,
And cut down the great tree,
And sailed it into the great sea,
What an ending that would be!
There was an old hobbit
Lived under a hill;
And if he’s not gone,
He lives there still.
Pease-porridge hot,
Pease-porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot,
Nine days ol- wait a minute, where’s the porridge? Pippin!!
