Brandy Badgers

I went to the inn
Looking for a night out
Dreaming of an ale
But my quest would fail

I arrived too late
Nothing left to savour
All the kegs were dry
I sat down to cry

Once I met an old man
Looking quite content
Eating fish and taters stewed with dill
I went over to him
He smiled at me and said
‘Listen to me story if you will’

Summer days are rainy, winter days are cold
Still the Shire life is good
Happy days await you, even when your old
If you eat your favourite food

He is Lotho Sackville-Baggins
He’s a rotter through and through
His face looks like a pimple
And he smells just like a shrew

His friends are a band of ruffians
They wear clubs and ferocious scowls
Even worse is his ma Lobelia
Her umbrella will make you howl

On the ground a golden blanket drifts in lazy waves
The northern breeze a gentle shiver blows
All the crops already harvested with care
The berries have been picked before the snow
A spell of rain should reach us in the evening
So far away the days of summer sun

But still our Shire home
Brings hope of warmth and comfort
And soon the days of winter will be gone

Feel the late summer breeze
Sweeping cross the field
Leaves alight in dusk
Golden wonders unsealed

Pick a late lonely berry
Juicy sweetness from the mire
Wonders never letting up
Home in the Shire

There’s a story spreading all across the Shire
A tale of dust and deceit
How that fiend Ted Sandyman set out to mine
‘I’ll get all the ores’
‘I’ll get all the ores’

Come here hobbits
Let me tell you a story from our northern lands
Where a young lad woke one day
Felt the need to go out of bounds
“I’ll go far away to see the sights
“Adventure is calling me on
“Dwarrows and elves, menfolk too
“Waiting for me far from my Shire home”

I’m cloaked in the dark, you can’t see me
I roam like a wolf, both wild and free
No challenge to huge, no task to hard
I’ll seek out all the treasure under yer guard
Keep secrets at bay and lock yer door
But here I come, sneaking cross the floor
So ma, understand I’ll claim what’s mine
The treasure upon which I will dine

A little bird shivers in the cold
The frosty fog keeps him in its hold
When a chirping song makes him feel alright
Friends all around
in the starlit night

A long-lost sheep running through the field
No sign of home, now its fate is sealed
When a friendly bark comes from yonder height
Friends all around
in the starlit night