Now here in the shade of the Coven Tree--
Just Bilbo, and Thorin, and Gandalf and me.
Bound for trouble--sic transit gloria--
Our quest simple--a taste of euphoria.
We welcome all bravehearts to journey along--
Just bring an old dirk, your pack, and a song.
These crooked paths--so lonely, dark, and deep--
Trolls, goblins, and dragons, shall make you weep.
We shall seize the day and worthier rise--
Bilbo, Thorin, Gandalf, and I, surmise.
