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.
