Homicidal but silly
A sibling. A sapling.
Dead hairy footed halflings
I don’t know why
They had to die
But better hobbits than me!
I’ll drink ‘em a toast
When I reach the coast
To sail the soddin’ sea.
“What happened them halflings?”
The cap’n, he asked me.
“Not a clue,” says I
WIth a wink of an eye,
Hoping he’d not get
What I’d got in my
Nasty little pocket.
