Hey Diddle Diddle, A Swap Gift!

Here is a sneak peek at a Big Surprise that lovely Donna at Sew Mad sent to me this week, all the way from Australia! It took me ever so long to open it because it felt like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up in one. So I'll show you the pictures tomorrow and today I'll give you the following hint . . . In this excerpt of J.R.R. Tolkien's from the Lord of the Rings . . . Frodo sings what Bilbo had written:

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
'The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!'

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!

Sending lots of hugs to Donna, From a delighted Dolly Dilettante