Aye, there we were at northern Vermont,
High atop a mountain one October eve
A lovely maiden and a pauper such as me.
She was so lovely, the finest I'd seen
Eyes that could drown you-Atlantic green!
Skin that was ever so soft and fair,
Cherry flavoured auburn, the colour of her hair!
At the House of Hobbit we sat together
Warmed only by love in the autum weather!
In her… Continue