”Ripe apples, ripe apples, we savor them so.
Ripe apples, ripe apples, in pies now they go!
A red one, a green one, plus yellow and pied,
The pie won’t be finished till all are inside!
“Ripe berries, ripe berries, we pick them this day.
We eat them, we cook them, we give them away!
Groundlings, from brambles, from bushes and shrubs;
We’ll pick all the berries ere they’re eaten by grubs!
“Now bake me a tartlet, now cook me some jam!
I’ll eat apples and berries with taters and ham!”
Bilbo heard Frodo singing, and lustily joined the chorus.