Away from the Shire, so far away
With not much to do, but save the day
I try to help, but only cause anger
So they rush me along, I tend to linger
Made fun of I am, all the time
They say all I do, is cry, and whine
But I can’t help it, what can I say
I am only a Hobbit, who loves to play
So here I am, on my way to Mt. Doom
With not much to think of, except mushrooms.
Gandalf tells me, go back to sleep
If all I can do, is whine and weep
I do what he says, and lay my head down
For I have been made fun of, and close my eyes with a frown.

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