Over in the Shire in a cozy hobbit hole,
Lived an old Bilbo Baggins and his little Frodo.
“Here” said old Bilbo, “Your Ring,” said Frodo,
He destroyed it and was happy in the cozy hobbit hole.

Over in the Shire near to Buckleberry Ferry,
Lived a young hobbit Pippin and his little friend Merry.
“Eat!” shouted Pippin. “We eat!” shouted Merry,
So they ate and were happy near to Buckleberry Ferry.

Over in the Shire, armed with a frying pan,
Lived an old hobbit Gaffer and his little hobbit Sam.
“Work,” said the Gaffer, “I’ll leave,” answered Sam,
So he left and fought for Frodo with his deadly frying pan.

All over Middle Earth, bound to wander there and here,
Lived an old wizard Gandalf, or Stormcrow, or Mithrandir.
“The Ring’s dead” said his leader, “Too bad” said Mithrandir,
So he found a buncha hobbits and he sent them there and here.

Over in the North with some Rangers and some riders,
Lived an old forgotten king, who was also known as Strider.
“Go be king” said Mithrandir, “Fine with me,” answered Strider.
So he went and saved the world with a bunch of Rohan riders.

O’er in Minas Tirith, with its towers white and clear,
Lived an old Denethor, and his favorite Boromir.
“Save the world” Denethor said. “Okay Dad,” said Boromir,
But he never did return to his City oh so dear.

Over in Mirkwood where a dark shadow was,
Lived an old King Thranduil and his little Legolas.
“Shoot” said Thranduil, “I shoot,” said Legolas,
So he shot all Orcs and showed those Oliphaunts who’s boss.
(i hate that one)

Over in a cave, or a cavern dark and deep,
Lived an old dwarf named Gloin and his little Gimli.
“Roar, my boy,” said Gloin, “grrrROAR!” Gimli screamed.
So he roared and was happy as he slaughtered at Helm’s Deep.

Over in Imladris, on the edge of the Wild,
Lived an old Elf named Elrond and his little Arwen child.
“Leave,” Elrond told her, “No way!” Arwen cried,
So she stayed and was happy till the day her husband died.

Over in the East, in the shadows of Mordor,
Lived a big eyeball Sauron and a bunch of nasty Orcs.
“Kill,” ordered Sauron, “We kill,” said the Orcs,
So they killed and were happy in the land of Mordor.

Over in Ithilien where the land was full of fear,
Lived another Lord of Gondor, poor unwanted Faramir.
“Die,” said his daddy, “I’ll try!” said Faramir,
But he didn’t end up dying though he did get very near.