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Curmudgeonly Wordwraith
Join Date: Jun 2007
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THE GOBLINS SINGING CAROLS AROUND A WELL- LIT TREE
O crispy tree, O crispy tree, Burnt dwarves atop thy branches! O crispy tree, O crispy tree! Burnt dwarves atop thy branches! It reeks of scorching wizard's beard, But in the warmth we'll still find cheer. O crispy tree, O crispy tree, Burnt dwarves atop thy branches! No use to chop to get our crop, They're sure to drop before they pop! O crispy tree, O crispy tree! Burnt dwarves atop thy branches! -AND LATER- Gandalf roasting on an open fire, A Dwarf beard singed beneath his nose. Hobbit feet burning up in the pyre, And Orcs await the afterglow - Everybody knows - That turkey tastes like Hobbit toes, Or chicken fingers fired just right. 'Tater-tots and mushrooms I'm told Are perfect sides for Baggins tonight.
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