The Songburrow Strollers

There are days that are cold
When the dark times unfold
When all others seem gripped by the frost
So yer stare at the night
Look for thoughts that are bright
And a friend that yer thought yer had lost

Far north in the Shire, where the winters are dire
Where the breeze chills you right to the bone
Where the young dress up warm to conform with the norm
And the gaffers all mutter and moan
There’s a need to feel tender and toasty
There’s a need for that warm soothing glow
So they boil and they brew, all the four seasons through
Always the hard liquor flow

The Strollers' Waltz