1 Little Orphan Frodo
Chapter 7- N.Y.C.
(the hobbits are marveling at the 'wonder's' of moria, and they decide that the only thing appropriate for such a 'glorious' place is, a song)
Frodo: Moria!
What is it about you?
You're big
You're dark
You're damp
Pippin: Moria!
I'd go years without you
And I have got enough
Enough of monsters answering back
In language not my own
Enough of skeletons answering back
"Brother, run away from"
Moria
Too scary, too gloomy
Too soft
Too loud
Too late! We're lost
Again in Moria
Merry: Moria!
The shadows all over
That skull
That rock
That thing
Sam: Moria!
The dark and the evil
A horde of Orcs goes by!
Frodo: What other place has a graveyard of mines
And goblin of 4 foot 2?
What other place in the whole Middle Earth
Can have compared to you?
Pippin: Moria!
We'll send you all postcards
We'll crowd!
We'll cram
And still can't jam
The scare of Moria
All: The terror of this place!
Frodo: My pulse!
Sam: My head!
Pippin: My stomach!
Merry: You might say that I'm weak
But oy! I've got real scared!
Pippin and Merry: This place is bright as a turned-off TV
It's dark
It's dank
It stinks!
Random rat: To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things!
All: Moria!
The whole world aint coming
By bus
Or train
We won't explain
The casue for…
Gollum: Moria!
Just came here this weekend!
My one
My own
My preciousssssssss!
Moria!
I give you fair warning
Blood shall
Be shed tonight!
Just ask the hobbits or pretty boy Elf
Just why this place here stinks!
Though Mirkwood may be just known for it's murk
The stentch prize goes to…
Moria!
Tomorrow one less man
He's way up high!
Tonight,
He's dead
Again, in Moria
All: Moria!
This place is pure horror!
We'll crowd
We'll cram
And still can't jam
The scare
Of Moria!
Chapter 7- N.Y.C.
(the hobbits are marveling at the 'wonder's' of moria, and they decide that the only thing appropriate for such a 'glorious' place is, a song)
Frodo: Moria!
What is it about you?
You're big
You're dark
You're damp
Pippin: Moria!
I'd go years without you
And I have got enough
Enough of monsters answering back
In language not my own
Enough of skeletons answering back
"Brother, run away from"
Moria
Too scary, too gloomy
Too soft
Too loud
Too late! We're lost
Again in Moria
Merry: Moria!
The shadows all over
That skull
That rock
That thing
Sam: Moria!
The dark and the evil
A horde of Orcs goes by!
Frodo: What other place has a graveyard of mines
And goblin of 4 foot 2?
What other place in the whole Middle Earth
Can have compared to you?
Pippin: Moria!
We'll send you all postcards
We'll crowd!
We'll cram
And still can't jam
The scare of Moria
All: The terror of this place!
Frodo: My pulse!
Sam: My head!
Pippin: My stomach!
Merry: You might say that I'm weak
But oy! I've got real scared!
Pippin and Merry: This place is bright as a turned-off TV
It's dark
It's dank
It stinks!
Random rat: To think that I've lived here all of my life
And never seen these things!
All: Moria!
The whole world aint coming
By bus
Or train
We won't explain
The casue for…
Gollum: Moria!
Just came here this weekend!
My one
My own
My preciousssssssss!
Moria!
I give you fair warning
Blood shall
Be shed tonight!
Just ask the hobbits or pretty boy Elf
Just why this place here stinks!
Though Mirkwood may be just known for it's murk
The stentch prize goes to…
Moria!
Tomorrow one less man
He's way up high!
Tonight,
He's dead
Again, in Moria
All: Moria!
This place is pure horror!
We'll crowd
We'll cram
And still can't jam
The scare
Of Moria!