The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Rhyme of Lore of the Marsh Dwellers

Recalled by Elabrimborn at the Stairs of Girion

The Marsh Dwellers, Hobbit mothers say
Are thought to be myths to keep children at bay
They take small children who wander a stray
To their swamp treasure caves by night or day
They are clumsy and slow with clammy flesh
And plump Hobbit children are their favorite dish
Be it Wil-o-wisp or their eyes of fell light
Wise children run home at first sight
For they shamble so slow, they will never beat you
But if they do, with sharp claws, will eat you

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