Let me tell you some tales in a rhyme
It may keep you amused for a while
Just forget any tears you've shed
For life is best faced with a smile
There are places so full of such wonder
All their tales are still there to be told
It may keep you amused for a while
Just forget any tears you've shed
For life is best faced with a smile
There are places so full of such wonder
All their tales are still there to be told
There's a tale of a wandering hobbit
Who lived in a comfortable hole
But adventure came calling one Sunday
So out of the bounds he did go
It's said he went searching for dragons
And returned with a chest full of gold
Who lived in a comfortable hole
But adventure came calling one Sunday
So out of the bounds he did go
It's said he went searching for dragons
And returned with a chest full of gold
And a tale from a time in the past
When some goblins charged into the Shire
But one hobbit stood out at the front
On a pony he rode through the fires
With a swing of his mighty oak club
The goblins were defeated that day
And even from longer before
Two fine hobbits set off from East
They trekked through the wildest of lands
Whilst fighting off so many a beast
At last they reached a wondrous land
And decided there that they would stay
When some goblins charged into the Shire
But one hobbit stood out at the front
On a pony he rode through the fires
With a swing of his mighty oak club
The goblins were defeated that day
And even from longer before
Two fine hobbits set off from East
They trekked through the wildest of lands
Whilst fighting off so many a beast
At last they reached a wondrous land
And decided there that they would stay
But these stories would not have been told
If these hobbits had stayed in their holes
But instead they looked out their windows
And saw there were more things to know
The didn't just want to read tales
They yearned for adventures to lead
If these hobbits had stayed in their holes
But instead they looked out their windows
And saw there were more things to know
The didn't just want to read tales
They yearned for adventures to lead
So don't listen to stories of mine
It's best to have one of your own
Don't be afraid of what lies out of doors
For adventures await for the bold
In a tale of your very own making
Let us poets all sing of your deeds
It's best to have one of your own
Don't be afraid of what lies out of doors
For adventures await for the bold
In a tale of your very own making
Let us poets all sing of your deeds
