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Green Eggs and Sam
(by Dr. Seuss-Tolkien)
Not mine, unfortunately...

Scene: Bag End, after Bilbo's party

Gandalf:  That Samwise-Sam! That Samwise-Sam!
             I do not like that Samwise-Sam!
Frodo:    Would you like some bread and jam?
Gandalf:  I do not want you bread and jam.
             I'm busy being mad at Sam.
             He likes to sneak. He likes to spy.
             I'll grind him up for hobbit pie!
Frodo:    O do not grind him up for pie!
             He is a pretty handy guy.
             He mows my grass. He paints my gate.
             He is my friend. We both are straight.
Gandalf:  Well, then, I will not grind up Sam.
             Bring me bread, and bring me jam!
             We'll talk about another thing.
             Tell me, do you have the ring?
Frodo:    I have the ring. I have it here.
             But mercy, me! Oh dear! Oh dear!
             I fear the ring is very bad,
             The golden ring that Bilbo had.
             Tell me, will you take the ring?
Gandalf:  I will not take that evil thing!
Frodo:    Would you, could you, by the fire?
             Would you, could you, in the Shire?
Gandalf:  I would not, could not, by the fire.
             I would not, could not, in the Shire.
Frodo:    Would you, could you, in a tree?
             Would you, on the road to Bree?
             Would you, with an orc or troll?
             Would you, in a hobbit-hole?
Gandalf:  I would not, could not, in a tree.
             I would not, on the road to Bree.
             I would not, with an orc or troll.
             I would not, in a hobbit-hole.
             I will not take it here or there.
             I will not take it anywhere!
             For it is evil, as you say.
             You'll have to take that ring away
             And throw it in the Cracks of Doom.
Frodo:    I'll need a friend. But who, or whom?

(Gandalf produces Sam, who has been spying.)

Sam:      Oh, Master! Master! Sam is here!
             He'll wash me down with beer, I fear!
             I do not wish to be a pie!
Gandalf:  I will not eat you, little spy!
             But I will send you far away.
             You both will go away today.
             You'll go to Bree. A man is there.
             The man looks foul. The man feels fair.
             He'll lead you both, if all goes well,
             To meet the elves in Rivendell.
Sam:      Oh, Master! We will meet the elves!
             We'll get to meet the elves ourselves,
             And hear them sing their elven-songs,
             And hear them bong their elven-gongs,
             And strum their elven loola-lutes,
             And strum their elven hooty-toots!
Gandalf:  I hope you'll hear those loola-lutes
             And hear the hoots of hooty-toots,
             But go with care. To be a pie
             Is better than to meet the Eye!
             The Eye is mean. The Eye is red.
             He rules nine Riders. They are dead.
             They'll try to make you dead as well.
             But will they catch you? Time will tell.
Frodo:    Oh, dear! Oh, dear! This is a mess!
             We'll have to fix this mess, I guess.
             So we will go, just Sam and me.
             And what will happen? We will see.