Winter's snows will soon be blowing
And still my verse keeps right on flowing,
In praise of him who won my heart
As Peregrin Took, right from the start.
There's no one else could play this role,
With the joy & grace of a pure hobbit soul.
With innocence this loyal friend,
Goes down a road to unknown end.
He makes us laugh, he makes us weep,
And this sweet hobbit I would keep!
He wants his lunch, he wants his tea
And second breakfast's got to be!
The music of his Scottish speech
Right to my heart did quickly reach,
And so with joy I rhyme & swoon
For Billy Boyd - I'm just a Loon!