The elves had passed by; their music long gone on the breezes.
Holly turned to her walking companion and asked if she knew 'The Three Ravens'.
'Start it out', said Bird, 'and I'll try to sing along.
The hobbit sang in a low and pleasant voice as she walked along, her feet keeping time on the road:
There were three ra'ens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
They were as black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakfast take?
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down
[ July 05, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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