 Curse the sky and curse the sun! Curse you rascals, everyone! Curse that beating on your chest Can't an old man get some rest? All I see all day or night Kids that should be out of sight Tush and pish and fiddlesticks Pesky youngsters and their tricks Stop that running round and round Stamping, pounding on the ground Will these runctions ever cease? Let me drink my tea in peace! Bah! This tea is weak and cold And the biscuits, soft and old With food like this I'll waste away Food was better in my day! Is that music that I hear? Don't you make that racket here Drums and pipes are childish toys Drat your loud infernal noise! Kids should know what to expect Treat your elders with respect I respect my elders too Sadly they're now very few... Ahh! I see you've found the door Now I'll get some peace once more Wait! For now you've gone away Who's to hear what I've to say? Now that there is no-one here No-one will my grumbling hear It's not the same when I'm alone I'd rather someone hear my moans! "Any similarity to any actual grumpy old hobbits in The Shire is purely co-incidental...." |
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