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")
Last updated: July 11, 2001