A paper moon is hanging high,
Against the blackest Halloween sky,
I'll put on my cloak and best hobbit feet
And scour the village for Pippin so sweet!
If Pippin is with me, no orcs would dare
To frighten or torment this maiden fair.
He'll take up his sword and scare them right fine,
He's small but he's mighty, this hobbit of mine!
And then I will thank him, as any maid might
For saving her from such a terrible fright -
With a kiss on his cheek and a hug warm and true,
For Peregrin Took - how I wish! wouldn't you?!