There once was an eagle so proud,
He never was frightened or cowed,
Fattest Orcs he would grab
When they were to be had;
‘Cause they fall fast and screech nice and loud.
Gwaihir is a Windlord so true,
Over mountain and River he flew,
At Mithrandirs request,
He swooped in from the west,
Saving Frodo from one big barbecue.
- Baron Wilderness
There once was an eagle named Gwaihir
Who always was flying up high there;
With his sharp eagle eye
Gandalf three times did spy
And he rescued him, too, Eagle Gwaihir!
Note: I couldn't decide how many times exactly Gwaihir actually "spied
and rescued" Gandalf, so if you disagree with the three, I will not be offended, LOL!
Gwaihir, swifter than wind
Mount Doom, Gandalf did send
Although his finger is gone
Can't leave him far from home
Landroval can carry his friend
Tall black tower, high and round
Far, far above the ground
Trapped, alone is Mithrandir
Sends for the help of Gwaihir
Ents begin the walls to pound
and, lest we forget that eagles are predatory birds
Eagle soaring in the sky
Sees a rabbit with his eye
Swooping down, claws scratching
From the ground, bunny snatching
Carries nice lunch to ledge high
I never pay much heed to cranks,
I've been tricked in the past by their pranks,
I flew in to keep track,
But he jumped on my back!
It's just lucky for him he said thanks.
- Baron Wilderness
There once was a eagle we're told
who lived on a mountain cold
Carried to the Carrock
A Wizard in a smock
thirteen dwarves and hobbit bold
On the day set aside for our Gwaihir,
It's becoming abundantly clear;
That while storys and rhymes
are a sign of the times,
It's the Limericks for which we cheer.
We all write of Gwaihir, the eagle
Who is called the "Wind Lord, o most regal"
But I question: If he
carried Gandalf (times three),
Is his role as a taxi quite legal?
There once was a kingly old bird
Who sat on his nest ‘til he heard
From a moth that his friend
Had been sneakily penned.
“I love to trick wizards,” he purred.
When Gandalf was caught on the shelf,
He could get no help from an elf
So he jumped on the back
Of a kingly old hack
And rode off in spite of himself!
-Lady of the Shire
Gwaihir the Windlord
Beak sharp as a sword
Sauron "Oh no"
Missed my chance at Bruinen Ford!
There once was bird of great size,
With one beak and two far-seeing eyes,
Two feet, and two wings,
Plus those various things
All over him what helps him flies.
There once were some loud eagle cries
Saving dwarves from becoming orc-fries
They lifted the group
Up out of the soup
It was helpful, we cannot denies.
my name is gandalf the grey
and gwaihir took me away
he is a very nice bird
but my screams are often heard
when he flips over to scare me somedays