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

The Great Goblin Battle

In early morn we started out
Through sunlit fields of crystal dew
And up ahead we heard a shout
Beyond The Shire’s tallest yew
Me uncle, auntie, cousins there
All greeting us with smiles and hugs
Their table set with silverware
The finest food, their grandest mugs

My father's daughter

One day I went to Hobbiton I witnessed something scary
For yelling loud upon the Hill I saw someone not merry
My heart was beating fast and loud but up the road I tottered
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

When I came up the Hill I winced at someone mean and ugly
For nestled on a bench I saw a woman sitting snugly
She looked at me with clear contempt, then took a sip of water
I wanted well to run, but no, I am my father's daughter

Grand Northern Land Song

A field where dewdrops linger long
A field of grassy green
Where flowers sway in northern breeze
No finer you have seen

Where badgers dig into the soil
And greet the spring with song
It’s close to home and family
It’s where I do belong