Mt. Doom's no place for Hobbits
And really bad for Gnomes
So I'll snag you from the precipice
And bring you safely home
We could have used an eagle
To pluck us from the spot
It's a typical Texas day
(by which to say, it's HOT!)
But instead we had to hoof it
Armed with ancient Lore
And Knome did join the Fellowship
As we gave Lord Sauron what for.
The Dark Lord finally vanquished
(And our Dire thirst, too)
We'll just have to check around
For a new spot to bring you to!
Mt Doom is no place for a Gnome (or a Knome!) -- I see one of his poor arms is gone. But he's got a cheerful grin, and a will to keep going.
With Hurricane Ike incoming, it's doubtful I'll place him this weekend, but we'll find a gnomish spot.
Tygress carries a Knome on the Roam away from Mount Doom.