Нимой поет про Бильбо в далекие 70е (?). Я плакал.

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In the middle of the earth,
In the land of the Shire,
Lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire.
With his long wing hight,
Fuzzy wolly toes,
He lives in a hobbit hole,
And everybody knows him.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Only three feet tall.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Bravest little hobbit of them all.
Now hobbits are peace loving folks you know,
Never in a hurry and they take things slow.
They don't like to travel a way from home,
They just want to eat and be left alone.
But one day Bilbo was asked to go,
On a big adventure to the caves below.
To help some dworfs get back there gold,
What was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Only three feet tall.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Bravest little hobbit of them all.
Well he fought with the goblins,
Battled with trolls,
He riddled with Gollum,
A magic ring was stole.
He was chased by wolves,
Lost in the forest,
Escape yet a barrel from the elve king house.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Bravest little hobbit of them all.
Now he's back in the Shire,
That brave little hobbit whom we all admire.
Just sitt'n on a treasure of silver and gold,
Puffing on his pipe in a hobbit hole.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Only three feet tall.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Bravest little hobbit of them all.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Only three feet tall.
Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins,
Bravest little hobbit of them all.