How sweet she is, the Queen of Spring
Of her, we hobbits, often sing
Her kindness is for every thing
A smile she always gladly brings
The flowers decorate her hair
Her eyes are soft, her gaze so fair
And in her happiness we share
For everyone she dearly cares
A summer's glow upon her face
We love to feel her warm embrace
Her presence brightens any place
A lass that's truly full of grace
To us, Miss Acorne, you are dear
We're glad your back amongst us here
Our hearts are filled when you are near
The Spring-time Queen we'll always cheer!
