Tom.Bee, Wom.Bee; Woo,
My you've done a mighty poo!
Fluthy as a brand new hat,
Skitty as a rouge like rat.
But your name has come from me,
Born of rings, Lord of magic.
Show me where to find a hobbit,
Look to stars, with your golden suns!
Eyes that know the time, that's past
On whilst the hill grows grass, fortune
Shines on the fluthy dragon, knowing
Is he who cleans with paws.
Follow Tom.B in merry cheer,
Hip and skip to his Beltain.
Toward the east on the rising sun,
See the Tom.B, Know the one.
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