All around the town of Bree
The people hunker low
They fear the time of Samhains flight
The dread inside them grows
The reason is the ghastly crew
That wanders round about
The Bloogeymen were in the Moors
But somehow they got out.
Some say they found the secret path
Once dug by Basterni
A tunnel delved through rock and stone
Emerging deep in Bree
And through this path the Bloogeys crept
When they at last stepped out
They looked with hate on Breelands home
And gave a hellish shout
And through the streets of Bree they went
Down dirt and cobblestone
They peeked through every window
To find someone alone
And then the door they did break down
And seized the frightened man
And gobbled him down quickly
With toasted bread and jam
And in the town of Bree next day
Both Men and Hobbits said
How dare these Bloogeys eat this man?
How dare they eat his bread?
And all the children there about
In Staddle town and Bree
Feared to go to bed at night
Lest come the vile Bloogey
And parents bolted fast their doors,
And shuttered windows tight
For Bloogeymen they stalk the streets
When Samhain ‘s taken flight
And all town guards and Bounders too
Look for them every where
Around the Prancing Pony
And up the scholar’s stair
From gate to gate
And street to hill
They’re searching round about
Those Bloogeymen were in the Moors
Who could have let them out
Tis said the white warg Pouncival
One chill October day
Gathered all the Bloogeymen
And sent them on their way
He led them from the plains of Grams
Up to the tunnel’s gate
And bid them happy hunting
And here for you I’ll wait
And watched the Bloogeys enter in
And handed them a sack
Go and do your Bloogey worst
And bring some Hobbits back
So Pounce, Tailmange and Paliadins
Close by the gate did wait
When Bloogs were gone
With bibs tied on
And knife and fork and plate
They dreamed of hobbit children roast
And cream of dwarf and man
And elven ice cream sammiches
Beornings dipped in jam
While Bloogeys haunt the streets of Bree
Pounce he had no doubt
Those Bloogs will bring us back some noms
I’m glad I let them out
But day to night, and night to day
And week to month and then
The Bloogeys never seemed to come
Those wargs were growing thin
And with an angry hungry howl
They cast aside their bibs
And vowed to carry hobbits off
Some freshly from their cribs
And so the wargs, most stealthily
Found their way to Bree
And who did they find sitting there
They found all the Bloogey
With sacks in hand, they looked quite lost
And not one seemed in the know
They tried to find the Ettenmoors
But knew not where to go
They showed Pounce bags of yummy treats
To make a Gramsfoot feast
We brought enough for all the tribes
To feed their inner beast
And so the Bloogeys and the Wargs
Departed out of Bree
Their hunt complete
With much to eat
A Bloogey shopping spree
And still in Bree they speak of this
And shudder deep with fear
And dread the days, near harvest time
When Halloween is near
And parents check neath children’s beds
And wake in fear and shout
The Bloogeyman is coming soon
And we must lock him out
And so I warn you here and now
And do not take this light
The Bloogeymen are coming soon
They may be here tonight
So do not sleep with light turned low
And do not have a doubt
The Bloogeymen were in the Moors
But now
They can get out.
The people hunker low
They fear the time of Samhains flight
The dread inside them grows
The reason is the ghastly crew
That wanders round about
The Bloogeymen were in the Moors
But somehow they got out.
Some say they found the secret path
Once dug by Basterni
A tunnel delved through rock and stone
Emerging deep in Bree
And through this path the Bloogeys crept
When they at last stepped out
They looked with hate on Breelands home
And gave a hellish shout
And through the streets of Bree they went
Down dirt and cobblestone
They peeked through every window
To find someone alone
And then the door they did break down
And seized the frightened man
And gobbled him down quickly
With toasted bread and jam
And in the town of Bree next day
Both Men and Hobbits said
How dare these Bloogeys eat this man?
How dare they eat his bread?
And all the children there about
In Staddle town and Bree
Feared to go to bed at night
Lest come the vile Bloogey
And parents bolted fast their doors,
And shuttered windows tight
For Bloogeymen they stalk the streets
When Samhain ‘s taken flight
And all town guards and Bounders too
Look for them every where
Around the Prancing Pony
And up the scholar’s stair
From gate to gate
And street to hill
They’re searching round about
Those Bloogeymen were in the Moors
Who could have let them out
Tis said the white warg Pouncival
One chill October day
Gathered all the Bloogeymen
And sent them on their way
He led them from the plains of Grams
Up to the tunnel’s gate
And bid them happy hunting
And here for you I’ll wait
And watched the Bloogeys enter in
And handed them a sack
Go and do your Bloogey worst
And bring some Hobbits back
So Pounce, Tailmange and Paliadins
Close by the gate did wait
When Bloogs were gone
With bibs tied on
And knife and fork and plate
They dreamed of hobbit children roast
And cream of dwarf and man
And elven ice cream sammiches
Beornings dipped in jam
While Bloogeys haunt the streets of Bree
Pounce he had no doubt
Those Bloogs will bring us back some noms
I’m glad I let them out
But day to night, and night to day
And week to month and then
The Bloogeys never seemed to come
Those wargs were growing thin
And with an angry hungry howl
They cast aside their bibs
And vowed to carry hobbits off
Some freshly from their cribs
And so the wargs, most stealthily
Found their way to Bree
And who did they find sitting there
They found all the Bloogey
With sacks in hand, they looked quite lost
And not one seemed in the know
They tried to find the Ettenmoors
But knew not where to go
They showed Pounce bags of yummy treats
To make a Gramsfoot feast
We brought enough for all the tribes
To feed their inner beast
And so the Bloogeys and the Wargs
Departed out of Bree
Their hunt complete
With much to eat
A Bloogey shopping spree
And still in Bree they speak of this
And shudder deep with fear
And dread the days, near harvest time
When Halloween is near
And parents check neath children’s beds
And wake in fear and shout
The Bloogeyman is coming soon
And we must lock him out
And so I warn you here and now
And do not take this light
The Bloogeymen are coming soon
They may be here tonight
So do not sleep with light turned low
And do not have a doubt
The Bloogeymen were in the Moors
But now
They can get out.