A Familiar Sound
A man was at home, nay, a hobbit, a halfling
thinking to himself, of the age he was passing
When suddenly, something unexpected occured,
the most familiar sound he ever had heard
That dreaded, old noise, his mind it would strain,
over and over and over again
Both wood and feet, knocking on stone
and then the surprise! Oh, the face he had shown!
Gandalf! Gandalf! my very old friend
to see you again, i did not intend
So happy was he, to see the arrival
and happier still, for his friend's survival
For he had not seen him for many a year
he loved an adventure, a journey most queer
But if he had known of what was to come
he'd certainly be a large deal more glum
For Frodo; his heir and only nephew
would face many troubles for him to pursue
But in the end, when his quest was done
he'd look back on his journey, the vicotry he'd won
He'd be strong and courageous and then he would know
he'd never have done it without Uncle Bilbo