Gollum’s Discovery

Taters, taters golden brown
Taters, precious, plump and round
Taters cooked within a pot
Taters stewed until they’re hot
Taters, taters very nice
(Not like nasty Elvish knives)
Until today we did not agree
Then the hobbitses made us see
We know now that we were wrong
And that is why we sing this song
In hopes that hobbitses will hear
And they will no longer fear
That we have been without
The taste of taters in our mouth
Hush, the hobbitses come back!
Will they notice we’ve had a snack?

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