The Hobbits' Nonsense Song

By , Arlington, TX
I couch my head upon the moon
And make the sky my blanket.
The stars are embers of the sun's
Bright fire as I bank it.

I need no noisy cock to crow
The breaking of the day
For with the dawn the sun shall sweep
My bedroom quite away.





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