Intermission: Song time!
"Halflings and Gnomes", to the tune of "Ex's and Oh's"
Well, I thought it was a boy, turned out to be a man,
He showed me all the things that I didn’t understand,
(Tee-hee)… about the folk that are wee
Now there’s some in Middle Earth who says the Shire is the place
‘Cause they all come in pint-sized, what a funny race,
Woah-oh… Tolkein told us so.
One, two, three, feet’s how tall they’re gonna be
‘Cause they look like babies but they’re fully grown you see
One, two, three, feet’s how tall they’re gonna be
They’re always gonna come up to just above your knee
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
I met a little fellow illustrated by Rien,
Cap of red atop his head, I asked him how he had been,
How weird… he winked and disappeared.
I looked high, and then I looked low,
But it broke my heart he was a no-show.
Poortvliet… is the only one with portraits.
One, two, three, inches high they’re gonna be
‘Cause they’re the size of mice, but they’re fully grown you see
One, two, three, inches high they’re gonna be
They’re always gonna come up to just above your tee
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
The halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
One, two, three, sizes smaller than you be
Cozy in their burrows and a-hiding in the trees
One, two, three, sizes smaller than you be
They’re always gonna come up to qualify as wee
The halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
- Zachary William Anderson, 2016-02-08
Well, I thought it was a boy, turned out to be a man,
He showed me all the things that I didn’t understand,
(Tee-hee)… about the folk that are wee
Now there’s some in Middle Earth who says the Shire is the place
‘Cause they all come in pint-sized, what a funny race,
Woah-oh… Tolkein told us so.
One, two, three, feet’s how tall they’re gonna be
‘Cause they look like babies but they’re fully grown you see
One, two, three, feet’s how tall they’re gonna be
They’re always gonna come up to just above your knee
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
I met a little fellow illustrated by Rien,
Cap of red atop his head, I asked him how he had been,
How weird… he winked and disappeared.
I looked high, and then I looked low,
But it broke my heart he was a no-show.
Poortvliet… is the only one with portraits.
One, two, three, inches high they’re gonna be
‘Cause they’re the size of mice, but they’re fully grown you see
One, two, three, inches high they’re gonna be
They’re always gonna come up to just above your tee
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
The halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
One, two, three, sizes smaller than you be
Cozy in their burrows and a-hiding in the trees
One, two, three, sizes smaller than you be
They’re always gonna come up to qualify as wee
The halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and the gno-o-omes they taunt me
To the bo-o-ones they want me
To treat ‘em all
Like ful-
-ly
grown
Halflings and gnomes
- Zachary William Anderson, 2016-02-08