By Simbo Rumblebelly  

It wasn't me who ate the cake 
Coincidence my belly aches 
I surely didn't lick the cream 
I say it's not all as it seems 
 
It wasn't me who ate the pie
Would you believe I'd ever lie?
And as for eating up that stew
There's still enough there left for you!
 
It wasn't me who spilt the beer
It's chance my empty mug is near
The floor it may be stained a bit
Just put the rug on top of it
 
It wasn't me broke the door
I swear that it was broke before
I also haven't lost the key
It's just not where it's meant to be
 
It wasn’t me who scared the cat
I’d never do a thing like that
And did I really scare the horse?
It's always running off, of course!
 
It wasn’t me who did those things
It’s never trouble that I bring
It wasn’t me who did such wrong
Nothing to see, just move along
 
I tell you every word is true
I don't do naught I shouldn't do
So what it was that you did see
I tell you now, it wasn't me!

Some information about the artist:
Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. He also is the initiator and promoter of synchronised dancing, giving classes and performances with his Dancing Troupe.