To celebrate Professor Tolkien's Eleventy First Birthday today, Merry and Pippin wrote a song they could sing on the table whilst celebrating and then Sam wrote a little poem to also wish him a Happy Birthday.  Thought you might like to share.

Merry and Pippin go first and climb onto the table with mugs of ale in their hands and start to sing:-

Now the Prof's elvenenty one
We'll drink a toast and have some fun
So join the party, sing the tale,
Fill your mugs and quaff some ale!

Happy birthday to the Master,
There's wine as well - we must drink faster,
It's our duty to get as drunk as we're able,
And dance upon the tap-room table.

The Master of Buckland and Thain of the Shire,
These are hobbits we really admire,
But there's no hobbit that we know,
Can hold a candle to our hero.

To J.R.R. Tolkien we doff our caps,
The greatest man and best of chaps,
So we'll drink and dance the night away,
To wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY day!

They finish with a great leap, miss the table and collapse in a heap on the floor wrapped in each other's arms and giggling like idiots.

Meanwhile, Sam climbs red-faced onto the table, clasps his hands behind his back and recites:-

For Professor Tolkien, Sir - on Your Eleventy First Birthday

On the anniversary of your birth,
I'd like to thank you for Middle Earth,
For the rivers, plains and mountains of fire,
But most of all - thanks for The Shire.

The woods and fields and little streams,
The beech trees talking in their dreams,
Cosy homes with big round doors,
You made them ours, these tales of yours.

Thanks for making hobbits like us,
Quiet shy folk, who don't want a fuss,
Thanks for making us loyal and true,
Oh and thanks for the ale and pipeweed too.

For making us lively and full of tricks
And never taller than three foot six,
For sturdy feet and woolly pates,
Second breakfast and filled up plates.

You found a place, peaceful and calm,
And filled it with wonder, magic and charm,
Although a professor, learned and wise,
You shared the world you saw through your eyes.

On hobbits' birthdays, they give things away,
And it's clear that you celebrate in the same way?
You gave us a gift more precious than gold,
A wonderful dream that will never grow old.

Samwise Gamgee
(with a little help from Llinos)