Страйдър, пак мерси за чудесния поздрав! Обещавам, че ще се реванширам с един Роки Ракуун в близките две-три години! ;)))

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WHEN I'M ELEVENTY-FOUR
to the tune of When I'm Sixty-Four by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Performed by The Beatles
(As sung by Faramir, Prince of Ithilien, Peregrin Took,
Thain of The Shire, and Meriadoc, Master of Buckland,
to the newly crowned King Elessar)

PIPPIN:
When I get older, losing my hair,
Even on my feet
Will you still be calling me to Evendim?

FARAMIR:
For a mission, or on a whim?
If I've gone witless, just like the old
Lords of Numenor

PIPPIN AND MERRY:
Would you still write me
Would you still knight me
When I'm eleventy-four?

You'll be older too
And if you send for me
I'll come stay with you

PIPPIN:
I could be handy, fetching your keys
Underneath the throne
You can always spot me through a Palantir

FARAMIR:
(Though there's two *he'll* never go near!)
Scouring Ithilien, hunting for orcs,
What are vassals for?

PIPPIN AND FARAMIR:
Will you still mail me
Will you still hail me
When I'm eleventy-four?

PIPPIN:
Every decade we can skirt the Forest
And the barrow wights, if the coast is clear

PIPPIN AND MERRY:
We shall bow and scrape
Down upon bended knee
While folks gawk and gape!

PIPPIN:
Send me a missive, drop me a line,
Is all well, milord?
Tell me how it's going down in Tirith-town

FARAMIR:
Yours sincerely, peer of the crown
Give me your answer, King of the New
Arnor and Gondor!

PIPPIN AND MERRY:
Will you demand me
Could you still stand me
When I'm eleventy-four?

...

Master Gandalf's Lowly Hobbit Band

Imagine...!