The Little Hobbits Long Lost Poem of Little Lost Mathoms
Shining silver in the ground,
waiting, yearning to be found.
A hidden Mathom shining bright,
glistening in the pale moonlight
A silver spoon or long lost earring,
lying in the dirt with no one caring.
A lost Mathom is very sad,
but I have found it and now it's glad.
Cleaned and scrubbed it's like new,
maybe it belonged to you?
Lost Mathom is lost no more,
lost Mathom returned to your front door.
From my hiding place I can see,
happy faces full of glee.
Mathoms are now back where they belong,
to leave them lost would just be wrong.
