The Death of Smaug.
In roaring flame, the dragon lord,
On dale descended that eve
In flames and ruin the town fell
But still the archers fought
To their last arrows
Their bowstrings sang
But the gems could not be pierced
And the warriors fell one by one
Smaug the great was invincible
In all but one small place
Where the gems didn't cover a hole on his left
The secret carried by the thrush
Down he flew, through steam and smoke,
Past the young and the old as they fled,
He sped on his way past houses on fire,
Until he came to that brave bowman, bard.
"Black arrow, black arrow" the archer cried,
"Black arrow black arrow fly true"
With a mighty twang the arrow released,
And in moments the dragon fell dead.
Smaug the golden fell that day,
Into the depths of the long lake
Felled by the had of the great lake man
Bard, descendant of the lord of Dale.
