I Dream I Live In The Shire, Shire!

             I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

In a hole in the ground in the summer,

I hear the green grass calling, calling!

Oh fair the earth as rich as a king.

              I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

With hair on my feet and flowers on my brow,

A place that’s warm and kind as spring, spring!

Friend of elf and keeper of green.

             I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

Over meadow, valley, and river,

Hurry now the wizard is coming, coming!

To smoke, and talk, and sit in the clover.

            I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

To work the earth and make things grow,

I dream I live in the Shire, Shire!

Where flowers bloom and creatures roam. 

            I go to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

And I shall cease to roam and wander,

To go to live beneath the hillock, hillock!

Do not expect me to come back!

(C) Copyright by Emily Erhart 2012

*I wrote this in the bath just now while reading The Fellowship of the Ring. Sometimes I think my spirit animal is a hobbit. To live working your living out of the earth, with a few goats, that would be an excellent life.