Roses are red, violets are blue,
And this is a story that might not be true
It’s about a Took who, once in his life,
Loved a fairy and took her as his dear wife.
When he was little, his ma told about fairies
Who baked the most wonderful pastries
And whenever the lad had his birthday
He found a tasty pie at their doorway
“That’s a gift from a fairy”, his ma explained
Even though they were pies she had baked
The lad grew older, believing his ma’s lies
And became a true lover of fairy-made pies
“When I come of age, I will marry a fairy”
“Together, we will run a magical bakery”
One day, he had a walking stick in his hands
And started to search for the fairy lass lands
Up on a hill, a hobbit lady was napping
Having a picnic, with a pie in a wrapping
But when she slept, a bear came over
It was hungry and had a bad honey hangover
It roared and the hobbit lady woke up
She screamed and climbed up to the tree top
The bear ate the pie, and left for bear business
But up in the tree, there was a lady in distress
Then the lad came by, still after his fairies
And he heard the cries from behind the leaves
“Is it you, dear fairy, up in the tree?” said he.
“I’m what you will, now help me get free!” said she.
The lad climbed up and helped the lass down safely
And when they were there, he bent his knee.
And the rest is rumours and hobbit history.
Until his dying day, he thought the lass was a fairy
And no wonder, for her pies were quite lovely
Believe what you will, it might not be true
But love is a real thing, even for a Took.
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