Those who have read my story "To the Bottle I Go" may recognise this one. As is obvious from the title, this is a poem about Bilbo, composed by Peregrin Took, Samwise Gamgee and Meriadoc Brandybuck.

Underhill, in sweet Bag-End
Lived long Bilbo, dear Elf-friend.
He wandered far to distant lands
With a treasure hunting, dwarvish band.

Why wander from his cosy hole
To become supper for hungry trolls?
But his adventure did not end there
He made his way to Rivendell fair.

Over mountains and through goblins’ caves
He was left behind and all seemed grave
But there he found a magic ring
And much would come from that dratted thing!

Goblins, spiders, wolves and dragons!
Keep away from Old Mad Baggins!
Keep away your son and daughter
Lest they hear more than they oughta!

Wizards, dwarves, treasure and elves!
These all belong in books on shelves.
And in the Shire it can be seen
There’s only one Dragon, and it’s Green!