here's to hobbits young and old
sheep all counted, in the fold
sheep all in, and star in sky
baby hobbits, lullaby!
may our pantries last and last.
heaven is approaching fast.
birthdays brighter year by year
we will go on living here
for six hundred years or more
filling jampots by the score
baking cakes and little pies
mugs of cider, no goodbyes.
have your wish and make no sparing
hobbit, elf and elven fairy
no more wandering left to do
roam no more in pointy shoes.
hang new curtains if you must
but please don't disturb our dust
we are home and home to stay
happy hobbits made of clay
in our souls the shire will shine
no more hills and scares in Time
no more journey just be still
happy how our lives were filled
hobbit haven heaven home
so at last! no more to roam.
mary angela douglas 19 april 2023
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