Pippin

The youngest hobbit of the bunch

Cute friendly and afraid

Of what the Earth does still hold

Himself he did made

To go to Bree and face the fear

Of the Darkness covering all

He stayed with the group of four

Walking down evil's hall

Destruction he caused along the way

In Moria's dark gates

The mines he dropped a skeleton in

And reprimanded by their fates

Pippin did also fight with hatred

Letting his fear fly

Out of his heart and into the fires

Of which all evil did die

Abiding in the Shire once again

His family surrounds his deeds

With gratitude and writings

Planted into his heart like seeds ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*