Songburrow Strollers

Dear Mother and Father,

I've been very excited the past few weeks because the Songburrow Strollers had planned a fifth anniversary concert that would actually be five concerts! And it was everything I'd expected! I was a little late for the first one, in Brockenborings, which was near where they hold the fencerunning races on the Bullroarer's anniversary. But I did get to hear a few songs and danced with a very nice hobbitlad I never caught the name of.

Grand Walking Song

Come walk the Shire with us tonight
Come join our merry crowd
The sight of friendly faces dear
Our hearts are happy and proud

We play our songs for yer all today
And we hope yer all sing along
For yer voices lift the saddest clouds
And make us all feel strong

Dear Notebook..

As the clever poet I am, I will call this diary page: "Busy bee...the notebook has eyes to see...." ((crumbs of muffin lies all over the page..))

Drink the Shire Dry

Time to do what’s good and right
Time to join the fight tonight
For the big folk are coming with their heads up high
And they swear they’ll drink our little Shire dry

Plunder the Biscuit Jar

Hunger grows in darkness tonight
I sneak out me bedroom door
Now is the time, I plan to go
Plunder the biscuit jar

Ma’s asleep and snoring loud
As I tiptoe down the hall
Joined by me dog in the kitchen as we
Plunder the biscuit jar

Hobbit Shawl

Ol’ farmer Proudfoot
He had many daughters
But none so sweet
As the youngest one
Them lads came courting
With the finest flowers
But she just laughed
She would have no-one