Fifteen Birds


Fifteen birds in five fir-trees,

their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!

But, funny little birds, they had no wings!

O what shall we do with the funny little things?

Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;

fry them, boil them and eat them hot?


~As sung by the Orcs of the Misty Mountains (The Hobbit - Ch. 6 "Out of the Frying-Pan Into the Fire")



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Last updated: July 11, 2001