GOSSIP AT THE GREEN DRAGON
Now Mr. Bilbo Baggins was a remarkable Hobbit,
Although it was true most folk thought he was queer,
He disappeared one morning with a crowd of dwarves,
And came back with a fortune the next year,
He returned with jools and silver and gold,
And a passion for adventure and maps,
He avoided his relatives and adopted an heir,
And it seemed he had settled at that!
But the years went by and he didn't grow old,
At his mad stories we all were to hark,
Some said in his youth he was well preserved,
But unchanged would be nearer the mark!
He spoke of a dragon and goblins,
And mountains of gold and gems,
He said something of magic and elvish folk,
What a crackpot- there isn't such things!
And then one day when he reached the great age,
Of eleventy-one (or one gross)
He got up for a speech and was rambling on,
When he vanished- how rude of the host!
Mark my words its that Gandalf I say,
He's crafty and sneaky in ways,
But at least they're both gone and left us in peace,
Into thick air they've gone as I says!
And that Mr. Frodo is an odd one as well,
He's quiet yet quick for a laugh,
Baggins' his name but I've got a notion,
Brandybuck? He's more than half!
Some say he goes walking with Elves and dwarves,
Not decent for a youth like himself,
It's the ghost of that Bilbo that's living in him,
Frodo frequently toasts to his health!
There's a tidy bit of money tucked away in Bag End,
Or so the old rumours do tell,
But it seems that all of it's running out or such,
Frodo Baggins has decided to sell!
He's sold in fact for a bargain price,
The value was at least three times higher!
But it comes no surprise he's gone down to Crickhollow,
For Lobellea S.B is the buyer!
Now Mr. Bilbo Baggins was a remarkable Hobbit,
Although it was true most folk thought he was queer,
He disappeared one morning with a crowd of dwarves,
And came back with a fortune the next year,
He returned with jools and silver and gold,
And a passion for adventure and maps,
He avoided his relatives and adopted an heir,
And it seemed he had settled at that!
But the years went by and he didn't grow old,
At his mad stories we all were to hark,
Some said in his youth he was well preserved,
But unchanged would be nearer the mark!
He spoke of a dragon and goblins,
And mountains of gold and gems,
He said something of magic and elvish folk,
What a crackpot- there isn't such things!
And then one day when he reached the great age,
Of eleventy-one (or one gross)
He got up for a speech and was rambling on,
When he vanished- how rude of the host!
Mark my words its that Gandalf I say,
He's crafty and sneaky in ways,
But at least they're both gone and left us in peace,
Into thick air they've gone as I says!
And that Mr. Frodo is an odd one as well,
He's quiet yet quick for a laugh,
Baggins' his name but I've got a notion,
Brandybuck? He's more than half!
Some say he goes walking with Elves and dwarves,
Not decent for a youth like himself,
It's the ghost of that Bilbo that's living in him,
Frodo frequently toasts to his health!
There's a tidy bit of money tucked away in Bag End,
Or so the old rumours do tell,
But it seems that all of it's running out or such,
Frodo Baggins has decided to sell!
He's sold in fact for a bargain price,
The value was at least three times higher!
But it comes no surprise he's gone down to Crickhollow,
For Lobellea S.B is the buyer!