The Archer Mice of Middle-earth

by Varda

Poetry for the Archer Mice

This time, in heroic vein.....

(taps baton imperiously)

Gilgamouse was an Elven mouse
Of him the harpmice made carouse
The last whose cheese was fair and free
Between the mouseholes and the sea

But long ago he went away
And where his mousehole is none can say
For into darkness fell his star
In Mordor where the mousetraps are