With their little toes
And little feet
Lightly tapping down the street
How can you but not desire?
The Hobbit Lasses of The Shire
With flowers circling
Their flowing hair
Fluttering softly on the air
You can never ever tire
Of Hobbit Lasses of The shire
In their coloured hats
And coloured gowns
Cotton ribbons all around
Dressed up in such fine attire
Fine Hobbit Lasses of the Shire
