From Library of the Randirim

~ Composed by Hoppa_Joel

Oh Sleepy Hobbit, your eyes do grow sandy,
why not have a snifter of brandy,
Now you wobble as you walk,
and slur your words while you talk,
perhaps tis sleep that you must go?
To dream perchance of fine pie dough?
Ah yes awaken for early breakfasts,
and then first and seconds, then the last...
and eat a snack after your repast.
Then chance upon, a fishing pole,
and head on out to the Bindpoles,
to cast at least your line in the river,
and watch as the wormy bait does quiver
catching a limit then head in for brunch,
a fine beginning to elevensies and lunch.
A walk out to the grain waving fields,
to see what bread-stuff those crops will yield,
but knowing better as you do,
the barley will become ale, and not some stew.
Afternoons, then early tea
Supper Dinner, and a snack or three...
then sandy eyes come again,
and we are back once more where we began.