[b]Merry:[/b] [i]A drinking song- what else?[/i]

The Shire is such a comfortable place
With pranks to play galore.
Me and cousin Pippin
Make quite the pair, I’m sure!
With beer dark brown and meadows green
I live my young life happily

But what’s wrong with cousin Frodo?
We will help him on his way
Out of the Shire, and to Bree
To Rivendell, where Elves make merry
Then on to Mordor where dark is day
With an Elf, a Dwarf, a Man, and Strider
And Gandalf to light the way
The four of us from the Shire green
Set out on our big adventure

But it ends up to be not quite so fun
For Uruks make unpleasant company
And treacherous wizards
And mountains cold
And caves deep and dark.
But Treebeard’s songs and mumblings
Make homesickness a petty thing

So cousin Pip and me, we go
To fight brave battles of our own
And before you know it, here we go,
Meriadoc, Esquire of Rohan am I!
But Theoden says I’m too small
To fight for the freedom of us all
But the warrior Dernhelm can see I’m brave
Although my head stands not too tall

And the Witch King of Angmar
What a nasty chap!
With a voice like dry leaves
And a mace of death
He smote Theoden cruelly as I watched
And near killed friend Dernhelm as well
But lo! Dernhelm is my lady Éowyn!

So from behind him I came
As he threatened her fair life
And though it burned my blade and arm
I struck at him with all the Shire’s worth
And with my lady’s pains and mine
We struck the Nazgul to ruin then!

And that is the story of my adventure and me
Then I returned to the Green Dragon’s ale!