In Hobbitton, in sweet Bag End – Sam recites for Bag End

by Dec 7, 2003Poetry

Its warm and nice in Bagshot Row,
Bilbo’s house, that hobbit hole.
There’s always food so warm and tea,
In Hobbitton, in sweet Bag End.

Its rumoured halls are filled with gold,
And precious items amount untold.
Of hobbit holes there’s none alike,
My hobbit hole, in sweet Bag End.

There’s trees and flowers and gardens green,
The birds and beasts rejoice in Spring.
Songs and stories sweetly blend,
In Hobbitton, in sweet Bag End.

Journeys started and ended here,
Out from this hole where hobbits dwell.
Of memories there is no end,
In Hobbitton, in sweet Bag End.

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