Mallorns
(to the tune of that much abhorred
song, Feelings, an Elf in Valinor expresses his regrets)
Mallorns, nothing more than mallorns,
Trying to forget my mallorns I loved.
Fruit-trees, here there’s only fruit-trees,
Nothing as tall as the mallorns I loved.
Mallorns, in Middle-earth they grow them -
I wish I'd never left my flet;
They'll never grow like those.
Mallorns, mo-o-o mallorns,
Mo-o-o, feel them again under my feet.
Mallorns, mallorns
Like humongous columns,
And mallorns like a city
With so many flets above.
Mallorns, for all my life I'll miss them.
I wish I'd thought to bring some seeds;
They never grow them here.
Mallorns, mallorns – true, they
Never grew fruit,
But mallorns were sure pretty and tall;
And the leaves were so nice.
Mallorns, mo-o-o mallorns,
Mo-o-o, mallorns underneath my feet.
Mallorns...
- Primula