ODE TO SANCHO PROUDFOOT
Oh Sancho! Sancho!
Where have you gone?
There's no naked drunk
Lying out on the lawn.
Sancho! Oh Sancho!
Where could you be?
The sombreros are empty
And droop without thee.
And where is the fine heart-sick
Following Frodo around with devotion,
And doing a dance all askew-er,
Gyrating with lascivious motion?
Sancho! O Sancho!
With the Valar would deal
Love's sweetest sacrifice
For Frodo to heal.
Sancho! Oh Sancho!
Where are your devices?
The mail order business's
Stocks are in crisis.
And where is the fine heart-sick
Following Frodo around with devotion,
And doing a dance all askew-er,
Gyrating with lascivious motion?
Sancho! O Sancho!
Your sock drawer's a mess.
The mushrooms that grow there
Formed a union, no less.
Sancho! Oh Sancho!
The Haunted Hole's empty.
The flowers grow wild,
And-the-rising-real-estate-values make resale quite tempt-y.
And where is the fine heart-sick
Following Frodo around with devotion,
And doing a dance all askew-er,
Gyrating with lascivious motion?
Oh Sancho! Sancho!
Where have you gone?
There's no naked drunk
Lying out on the lawn.