DISCLAIMER

Standard disclaimers apply. I'm a novice writer and no Tolkien scholar, neither am I a composer. Constructive criticism much appreciated.

SUMMARY

A tune Gollum might have sung to entertain themselves in memory of Yule, when they were still settling into a life of isolation under the Hithaeglir.


The Twelve Days of Precious

by Wayfarer
(closetwayfarer at yahoo dot com)

The Twelve Days of Precious
(sung to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas)

On the first day of Christmas
my cousin showed to me:
A Gold Ring from the river

On the second day of Christmas
my cousin gave to me:
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Gold Ring from the river

On the third day of Christmas
my cousin gave to me:
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Gold Ring from the river

On the fourth day of Christmas
the others asked of me:
Four days gone by
Three nights since
Two went out
and still no sign of the other

On the fifth day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the sixth day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
Six Cheese Fermenting
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the seventh day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
Seven Vats a Brimming
Six Cheese Fermenting
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the eighth day of Christmas
the others asked of me:
Eight Aunts a Crying
Seven Men a Swimming
Six Groups a Searching
Five Damning Clues
Four days gone by
Three nights since
Two went out
and still no sign of the other

On the ninth day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
Nine Cakes with Icing
Eight Puddings Soaking
Seven Vats a Brimming
Six Cheese Fermenting
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the tenth day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
Ten Frogs a Leaping
Nine Cakes with Icing
Eight Puddings Soaking
Seven Vats a Brimming
Six Cheese Fermenting
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the eleventh day of Christmas
my Grandma sent to me:
Eleven Hot Buns Piping
Ten Frogs a Leaping
Nine Cakes with Icing
Eight Puddings Soaking
Seven Vats a Brimming
Six Cheese Fermenting
More Golden Rings
Four Cackling Hens
Three Fresh Fish
Two Turtle Eggs
and the Precious in my pocket

On the twelfth day of Christmas
the others point at me:
Twelve Jurors Jeering
Eleven Booters Booting
Ten Lads a Hauling
Nine Stares Accusing
Eight Aunts a Crying
Seven Uncles Fuming
Six Days He's Been Floating
More Damning Clues
Four Days gone by
Three Nights since
Two went out
now it's just us and the Precious