My father's daughter

One day I went to Hobbiton I witnessed something scary
For yelling loud upon the Hill I saw someone not merry
My heart was beating fast and loud but up the road I tottered
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

When I came up the Hill I winced at someone mean and ugly
For nestled on a bench I saw a woman sitting snugly
She looked at me with clear contempt, then took a sip of water
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

It was the crone Lobelia with wrinkles on her furrows
"Now who be ye to walk about the road beneath my burrow"
"The one that did it last all cried, just as I went and caught her"
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

A cloud across the sun, a chill, my feet they would not mind me
She staggered from the bench and howled and aimed her cane straight at me
It hit me on my shin, I cried, my eyes began to water
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

I saw a plate of biscuits in the windowsill still cooling
I ducked the cane and grabbed the plate and laughed quite ridiculing
She yelled and cursed when I ran off, I guess I really taught her
When biscuits are involved I surely am my fathers daughter

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