Of Pippin

In a faraway land called the Shire,
Was a hobbit whose eyes blazed with fire.
'twas young Peregrin Took,
Also Pippin by look,
'twas the blazing young lad from the Shire.

With Merry he stole many mushrooms,
With Frodo he saved us from tombs,
And with Gandalf the Grey,
Many Orcs did he slay,
That young lad who ate many a mushroom.

Whatever they may do to you,
Don’t forget to thank them.
Whatever they may think of you,
Remember, just remember them.
For if you do and if you knew,
How much they will admire you,
You would not question me again,
However much you question them.