I think that I shall ne'er hold dear,
A wizard who's not Mithrandir.
A wizard cloaked and garbed in grey
with fireworks bright he comes this day;
A wizard not afraid to dance,
With Hobbits he does gaily dance;
A wizard bold with heart steadfast,
A friendship guaranteed to last.
Within whose heart these small folk rest
With friend like he are truly blessed.
Not good enough this poem I fear,
To honor our friend Mithrandir.
apologies to Joyce Kilmer