There are all sorts of scary tales from out of bounds these days. How about one from the Shire? Just remember, tales tend ter grow in the company of hobbits!
Best sung to the melody of Stones, from the Ultima games. Yer can listen to it here.
The Shrew Song
Gather round all me friends, I will tell yer of a tale
One of darkness and dread and desire
Yer may say times are good, but yer all should heed me words
Yer not safe even here in the Shire
In a cave ‘neath the earth, beings hide there in the dark
Creatures cruel, filled with hatred and ire
They all scurry around, teeth are sharper than a knife
And at times they come out in the Shire
They will bite the farmer’s hand
They will lay waste all our land
They will eat all our food and retire
It is time ter drink our brews
And go chase them pesky shrews
Chase them all far away from the Shire
There are news from the bounds, of a dark and stormy night
But remember though tidings are dire
All tall tales tend ter grow, so be comforted to know
Yer are safe here at home in the Shire