We are all creatures of hobbit,
A little less human each day
As we wither into weather,
Into whether, like Baggins,
Never wondering where our
Adventure begins.
As creatures of hobbit,
We wander and are lost
In rhymes and riddles,
In precious things that
Glitter like gold
But sure aren’t Shire,
Or even Rivendell.
But as creatures of hobbit
We carry those with a ring
Of death around their neck.
We sing of Bombadils and
Every-going roads to heal
All ills of a Mordor-world.
Yes, we’re hobbit and human
Too, heroes the world never
Saw coming up the misty mountains
There, and back again, human,
And hobbit.