Time filler

Hear the sounds of the shores,

As I hear that dragon snore.

Where is my shoe that I threw

once I saw that feeling of being new.

Now in the time well spent

as I cash in the day of sadness went.

Oh the woe,

Oh the bitter cold,

Ol' Smaegol you rat,

I will see Frodo's nine,

while I can not see my seashore's brine.

If I am to see Beowulf's mistake;

I may use Seigfried's dragon's hearing;

enough to make that Nibelung' ring to make you mine,

as I know now to make Brunhilde's lips curl in time.