Gandalf's Dance

- Onomir

The fiddle was fiddling and the whistle was whistling and my toe kept beat with the drum,
Happy and singing as only Hobbits could be and though I didn’t know the tune I did hum.

Foolish old Wizard, they’d call me and would, if I jumped up now to join in their dance,
I’ll blame it on the Ale and up I go to swirl all about, laughing as I spring and prance.

Mother look, there he goes, the Wizard has joined the dance,
She curtsied before Gandalf, and he bowed low to the wee lass.

Pon my soul and make me jump, I’ve never seen such a pretty hobbit girl,
And tonight I shall enjoy with them, this most special place in the world.