Gandalf
got run over by a Fell Beast
Walking
home from the Shire Christmas Eve.
You
can say there's no such thing as Sauron,
But
as for me an' Legolas, we believe.
He'd
been smoking too much pipeweed,
And we begged
him not to go.
But he forgot his
staff,
And he staggered out the door
into
the snow.
When
we found him Christmas morning,
At the
scene of the attack
He had claw marks on
his forehead,
And incriminating eye
marks
on his back.
Now we're all
so proud of Frodo,
He's been taking this
so well.
See him in there watching Pippin
singing,
Drinking ale and smoking
pipeweed
with cousin Merry.
It's
not Christmas without Gandal,
All the
friend's are dressed in black.
And we
just can't help but wonder
Should we open
up his gifts
or send them back?
SEND
THEM BACK!
Now the goose
is on the table
And the pudding made of
fig
And the Grey and silver candles,
That
would just have matched the hair
in
Gandalf's hair.
I've
warned all my friends and neighbours,
Better
watch out for yourselves.
They should
never give a license,
To a eye who's
obsessed with a ring
and plays with
orcs.