His booming footsteps echo through the hills,
As on his way to Isengard he goes.
The sound of trees that follow him soon chills
The hearts of orcs and Saruman; his foes.
For mighty is the strength of wood when bent,
And brought full round in anger it breaks stone.
Thus, through the walls of Isengard they rent,
And called to Orthanc, for your sins atone.
But as all wood, he can be gently warmed
By wond’rous folk he never knew to be
And laughing, Fangorn found that he was charmed
By gentle hobbits, thinking him a tree.
And hearing of the Shire, where beauty thrives,
He dares to ask them, “Have you seen Entwives?”