In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
— JRR Tolkien
I PMed Demeter and she went ahead and deleted one of you double-posted Lyrics.
