I'm thinking of a little girl,
Who lives in a magical place,
She's surrounded by Hobbits and Elves,
Cheering them on through her day.
This little girl, who, with a sparkle in her eye,
Teaches the children there,
In this magical land,
where dwells hobbits and elves with pointed ears.
This little girl now fully grown,
Teaches the children wonders they haven't known,
Hazzuh, she shouts as she helps them create,
Those wonders without a mistake.
Though it's true she is known by another name,
In that land of Elves ears and Hobbit holes,
She is part of a family who loves her,
And, considered every bit a Hall.
