The Smial or the Tree

Oh, my father was a halfling, from Hobbiton was he
My mother was an elfmaid, and in Mirkwood dwelleth she
They met once, only briefly, under an old oak tree
It was a worthy venture. Nine months later there came me

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf

Too tall to hide inside a log, too short to climb a tree
Dear Dad was only 3 foot 6 and Mom was 6 foot 3
I've bright blue eyes and long blond hair, so how do you suppose
I ended up with curly braids a growin' from my toes

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf

Raised in Thranduil's castle, the forest was my home
But always over hill and dale I felt inclined to roam
Every evening Mum and I through the woods did stroll
Til one night just like Dad, I went a-rollin' down the hole

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf

One day upon his doorstep I per-chanced to be
And when I rang the doorbell, he invited me to tea
We began to get aquainted as he showed me round the place
"So, how's your Mum?" he asked of me, a sly grin on his face

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf

Now as the heir apparent to all their worldly goods,
I've half a hillside in the Shire and acreage in the woods.
They took a ship to Valinor and sailed across the sea,
And left me on my own to choose the Smial or the Tree

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf

Oh, I feel so strange and mixed up, I hardly know myself
For my father was a hobbit and my mother was an elf