The Song of Elebrin Liothiel

Elebrin was a planter
and a keeper of the seeds
they called him that old farmer
and a minder of the weeds

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit

Elebrin was no hunter
nor a chaser of the prey
they called him that old dodger
and the lazy one in gray

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit

Elebrin did not fall ill
when the famine days grew fat
they called him from their deathbeds
when their children dined on rat

Elebrin how's your Garden
Elebrin how's your root
Elebrin of the Orchard
Elebrin how's your fruit