Hookbill leaped upon his table once again. Hoping to encourage people to sing and present new songs to lighten the sleepy mood. He played a little tune on his flute before reciting a new poem.
Come all ye minstrels, dance and sing
This is supposed to be a jolly old thing
So play you're voiles, and raise your voices
So that The Barrow Wight rejoices
Let our play ring out over the dell
That none can say that it is fell
Barrow Downs and Brandy wine
We all see the weather is fine
So SING! Of many different things
But mostly of The Lord of the Rings!
Some cheered, but others threw things at Hookbill, who had to quickly duck to avoid a tomato that was heading for his head.