a little hobbit came to me
at my sight he started to flee

the guard beside me holds him there
while up comes another with curly hair

where the thrid on went I do not know
I'm just glad it hast started to snow

back to the caves we must go
to get a break from our foe

in the pool I now see
where the third must have flee

in that pool he will not stay
not even till the end of the day

the little one has come to see
the arrows, his friend and me

should I shoot I must ask
for I must finish my task

to drink from the pool oh, that is bad
I'm going to have to tell my dad