Hobbits, be they ever so humble,
Seem forever to be taking a tumble,
And from Mordor to Bree,
While love is yet free,
They’ll happily hand out a fumble.
There was a hobbit called Frodo
Who on a quest decided to go
He always looked shifty
And despite being thrifty
It nearly ended in woe.
There was a hobbit called Sam
He always had his frying pan
To follow his master he was bound
In doing so he almost drowned
When after Frodo he swam.
There was a hobbit called Merry
Who luckily could control the ferry
And when he was faced
With the prospect of being chased
He could also handle a wherry.
There was a hobbit called Pippin
Who had a slightly prominent chin
Of his cousin he was fond
As they shared a close bond
And he had a perpetual grin.
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