Fifteen birds in five fir trees
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'''Fifteen birds in five fir trees''' is a poem found within the chapter "[[Out of the
'''Fifteen birds in five fir trees''' is a poem found within the chapter "[[Out of the -Pan into the Fire]]" of ''[[The Hobbit]]''.
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Fifteen birds in five firtrees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
Burn, burn tree and fern!
Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch
To light the night for our delight,
Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast ’em!
till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;
till hair smells and skins crack,
fat melts, and bones black
in cinders lie
beneath the sky!
So dwarves shall die,
and light the night for our delight,