Push the boat back
Flame the probability
		with the lightest seat
Very quickly, he was plain wood 
on the last boatload
There aren't any oars on his quiet hill
			to turn flustered flames
into trembling bagginess

String against solo orders
and kelp 
will fetch a sudden Godchild
Lamp up
		and loft side-round 
	He gets up to go pretend
Enough sleep to beat on
Today
	happens to think
Nicking under-skull 
must end all dare-say
		He has less than half a mind
to look after all his other gibe
	and more than half a mind
to hide behind the doorstep
long in the somewhereness East
of Denver

	If you sit on the doorstep
Flame leapt up probably
		long enough I daresay
Somebody lighting a wood-fire 
plundering dragons
He got up trembling He had less than
			half a mind to fetch
the lamp and more than

Half a mind to pretend to
and go
hide behind the beer barrels
Bag-end
		and he thought of
	the cellar and not come
out again kindling it
all to
	flames and very 
quickly settling 
on his quiet Hill and 
		something bad will happen to
plain Mr. Baggins before one piece
	of advice in return for
the excellent meal dont have
more, its somebody elses turn
today