Bilbo's Journey
The musty sent of twilight lingers
Undistilled by night-time air,
As a Hobbit, quietly eating
Sits at home, caught unaware
For a knock has come a-tapping
Upon his painted door,
And Bilbo soon discovers
The tragic tale of Erebor.
Though dragon flames still daunt him,
He'll join them anyway-
For they don't have a cosy home
Or anywhere to stay.
Don't undersell this burglar,
He's far tougher than he knows
As he goes to face a dragon
With no 'kerchief to blow his nose