Not Baggins

- Shelob
Tom Bombadil,
Fellow of good will.
Jolly man, very strange,
Ring powerless to change.
Riding Ol' pony Fatty,
Singing, laughing, happy.
Come with us, please?
Black riders to freeze.

Inn of the Prancing Pony,
Friends, well met.
Butterbur, a worthy man,
Sure to help, if he can.
Up Tom jumped,
Onto Lumpkin's back.
Returning to his Goldberry,
Quick as a cat.

Don't worry,
Hobbits glad to see,
Old village called Bree.
Will the Pony be,
Like the Green Dragon?
Perhaps, but remember,
Not Baggins, but Underhill,
If any be askin'.