Introductory verse
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“The time has come,”
The Walrus said,
“To talk of many things.
“Of elves and swords
“And wizard-staves,
“Of gold and Dwarven kings,
“And why the Thrush knocks on the rock
“And whether Smaug has wings.”
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In the middle of the bookshelf
Squeezed by heavy tomes galore
Sits a ragged little volume
Recounting tales of elven lore.
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Though it gathers dust neglected
And long waits for eager eyes,
This brief tale of great adventure
Lights a flame that never dies.
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Now as they day approaches,
And the tickets have been sold,
The time has come for reading
The hero’s tale so bold.
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It’s not The Silmarillion
(I cringe to touch that page!)
It’s not my dearest trilogy
That’s for another age.
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I reach now for the smallest;
My fingers gently call
The soon-to-theaters Hobbit,
The sweetest of them all.