Bath-Song by JRR Tolkien

Bath-Song by JRR Tolkien

A Poem by BeetleBug
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I love this song! but its by JRR Tolkien

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Bath-Song by JRR Tolkien
 
 
  Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better then rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

© 2009 BeetleBug


Author's Note

BeetleBug
JRR Tolkien wrote "The Lord of the Rings", as most of you know, but he was also very good at poems and songs, like this one!

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Aahhhh...JRR Tolkien was a great poet. My favorite poem of his is this one:

Journey's End - JRR Tolkien

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
THIS IS IN THE BOOK!!!
I just read it a couple days ago.


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aahhhh...JRR Tolkien was a great poet. My favorite poem of his is this one:

Journey's End - JRR Tolkien

In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nothing to say since it's not yours

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOVE IT!!! IT IS SO FUNNY!!! HAHA!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I don't like baths. Nor anything that makes someone clean.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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