There’s an inn of old renown Where they brew a beer so brown Moon came rolling down the hill One Hevnsday night to drink his fill.
[FRODO/MERRY] On a three-stringed fiddle there Played the Ostler’s cat so fair The hornèd Cow that night was seen To dance a jig upon the green.
Called by the fiddle to the Middle of the muddle where the Cow with a caper sent the Small dog squealing. Moon in a fuddle went to Huddle by the griddle but he Slipped in a puddle and the World went reeling.
Downsides went up- hey! Outsides went wide. As the fiddle Played a twiddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides went west- hey! Broadsides went boom. With a twiddle on the fiddle In the middle by the griddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
[FRODO] Dish from off the dresser pranced, Found a spoon and gaily danced.
[PIPPIN] Horses neighed and champed their bits For the bloodshot Moon had lost his wits.
[MERRY] Well, cow jumped over, Dog barked wild, Moon lay prone and sweetly smiled.
[SAM] Ostler cried, “Play faster, Cat!
[ALL] Because we all want to dance like that.”
[FRODO/PIPPIN] Gambol and totter till you’re Hotter than a hatter and you Spin all akimbo Like a windmill flailing. Whirl with a clatter till you Scatter every cotter and the Strings start a-pinging as the World goes sailing.
[ALL HOBBITS] Downsides go up- hey! Outsides go wide. You can clatter With your platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides go west- hey! Broadsides go boom. With a batter and a clatter You can shatter every platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
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Downsides go up- hey! Outsides go wide. With a twiddle on the fiddle In the middle by the griddle And the Moon slept till Sterrenday. Upsides go west- hey! Broadsides go boom. With a batter and a clatter You can shatter every platter But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.