Hymn of the Hobbits (by Jens Goetz)

At the February 2012 Welly-moot, we were visited by Jens Goetz from the German Tolkien Society. Jens started our meeting off with a song he wrote (reprinted here with his permission):

Hymn of the Hobbits

By Jens Goetz

Melody: We are the champions

We are the hobbits, my friend.

And we keep on eating, till the end,

We are the hobbits.

We are the hobbits.

No time for diets.

Cause we are the hobbits.

And eat till the end.

Thanks, Jens! It was a great way to kick off the meeting!

The Middle-earth Song (by Fortinbras Proudfoot)

After the Dec 22 (2012) Welly-moot, Peter Kenny from the Fortinbras Proudfoot Esq. Foundation sent me another song to use on this website. Peter (aka Fortinbras Proudfoot) had earlier recited one of his poems for our group - here is another one (reprinted here with his permission):

The Middle-earth Song:

By Fortinbras Proudfoot
Tune: "I'm a Believer".

I thought Middle-earth was only in my dreams,
A land found in books and movies;
That has now all changed,
I've travelled to a land;
Imagination's now reality. Chorus:

I travelled that land;
There's no more dreaming.
Through Middle-earth;
And places so real.
I'm amazed....Yeh!
No more dreaming,
There's no dreaming anymore.

First we toured down to Bibo's Hobbiton.
Then off to Mount Doom and Mordor.
Walked Emyn Muil ;
Sat by Gollum's Stream.
Saw the mighty River Anduin; Chorus:

We entered Rivendell the Elven realm;
And magical Lothlorien.
Wore the Elven Cloak;
We "Got off the Road";
And strolled through Gardens of Isengard. Chorus:

In the South we climbed up to Edoras;
Travelled across the Rohan plains.
On the Pelennor,
Charged across the fields,
Like the bravest horsemen from Rohan. Chorus:

Our road led to Fangorn and Amon Hen,
And even to the Wizard's Vale;
The Ford of Bruinen,
Mighty Argonath,
With the Misty Mountains all around. Chorus:

Mushrooms (by Fortinbras Proudfoot)

At the December 22 (2011) Welly-moot, we were visited by Peter Kenny from the Fortinbras Proudfoot Esq. Foundation. Peter (aka Fortinbras Proudfoot) recited one of his poems for our group (reprinted here with his permission):

Mushrooms

By Fortinbras Proudfoot

Dark...Night!
Four hobbit lads set out.
The air it made them shiver,
The moon was just a sliver.

Sneak...Quiet!
There was no one about.
They crept along the hedgerow,
Staying quiet and keeping low.

Hoo...Hoot!
A strange noise in the night.
An old owl in a tree top,
Had startled them to a stop.

Look...See!
Lights shining through the trees.
The farmer's house was alight,
But their goal was now in sight.

Go...Quick!
So little time to pick.
There were mushrooms all around.
The youngsters grabbed all they found.

Bark!... Bark!
The farm dogs were awake.
Four Hobbit lads took to flight,
Running quickly through the night.

Run!... Run!
This wasn't so much fun.
Racing frightened down the lane,
Safely home they hoped to gain.

Hip!... Hooray!
"We whistled all the way.
Found the mushrooms in the park,
And bravely walked in the dark.
Nothing frightened us at all!"
Well, that's the story they told to all.