Bilbo wandered far and wide,
And escaped goblins’ ire;
And then he felt it, deep inside,
A slowly growing fire.
He wanted to go to the caves,
And free the dwarves from being slaves.
And as he stood in thought, he heard,
A noisy lot of talk,
That sounded not like any bird,
And distanced a short walk
He walked towards the voices loud,
And soon realised it was the Crowd.
The dwarvies, they had escaped through,
Mostly by Gandalf’s help;
They slayed much goblin-kind, its true,
As many goblins yelp.
And Bilbo listened to them all,
To all that was said within call.
“O, curse that burglar, Hobbit-lad,”
They all cried with one voice;
“And Gandalf you were really bad,
At this time with your choice.”
“And where’s the burglar?” “ Here am I!”
Bilbo said, seen by every eye.
The ring, he had then slipped it off,
And seen by all he was;
And none of them again did scoff
At Bilbo’s burgling-loss.
And then they set forth in the night,
For goblins had then marked their flight.
But as they gave goblins the slip,
A greater danger came;
For this was not a goblin-whip,
But big wild wolves, not tame.
In great numbers, they ran down,
Until they made a little town!
The fifteen then climbed up the trees,
The wizard, dwarves and hobbit;
But wolves were not in great hurries,
And smelt out every small bit.
Then Grey Wolf, leader of them all,
Spoke, giving out most hideous call.
But Gandalf threw out balls of flame,
And pine cones flying sent;
And wolfs dread fire, even the name,
And burning they all went.
But goblins came upon the scene,
And averted what might have been.
They laid out burning branches there,
And set all trees on fire;
And Gandalf himself filled with scare,
For they were in straits dire.
But out of gloom, from far away,
The Eagle-Lord saw things astray.
And down came Lord of Eagle-kind,
With many younger birds;
And in the sky they were outlined,
But not seen by the herds.
Then Gandalf jumped into the fray,
And Eagle-Lord bore him away.
And other eagles, they came down,
And picked dwarves into air;
With golden beaks, and feathers brown,
They carried them from there.
And to their eyries up they went,
Without the slightest argument.
And Lord of Eagles, Gandalf’s friend
Did treat them to a meal;
And promised that, at dawn, night’s end,
He’d hear his friend’s appeal.
And, from that high and lonely rock,
He’d carry them upto Carrock.
And from Carrock, fifteen of them,
Did walk with easy diddle;
Though all their cloaks were torn at hem,
And some split down the middle.
And as there came the evening,
Their moods, they felt, were leavening,
For, there they came to Beorn’s lands,
Of flowers and of bees;
Of gardens made by caring hands,
And gently singing trees.
The horses, as was their norm,
Went in, their master to inform.
And Gandalf entered Beorn’s halls,
And took his Bilbo with him;
And paid there politest of calls,
And Hobbit did bow with him.
He then told Beorn story long,
So that the rest may come along.
As Gandalf said the tale you know,
Big Beorn was impressed;
And dwarves in pairs came with a bow,
And quickly were suppressed.
And when the adventure was done,
Then seated there was everyone.
And then, thought Bilbo, “My, my, my!
That Gandalf, he has brains!
Big Beorn has no reason why
For us, he takes such pains.”
Thus, Beorn lodged them for the night,
And got them breakfast too, all right.
Beorn’s halls were full of joy,
And sounds of merriment;
Beorn told tales of little boy,
And thorough aged gent.
And grim, and old, and evil, too,
Forgotten tales out of the blue.
But, night time Beorn did go out,
And turn into a bear,
To kill the goblins in half-shout,
And move them to despair.
But in the day, Beorn was gay,
And showed the dwarves the correct way.
And thanking Beorn for it all,
The dwarves then took his leave;
And turning now to dwarven-hall,
The ponies loads did heave.
For Beorn gave them ponies strong,
The way to the forest was long.
“But at the edge of Mirkwood great,
You must leave my ponies;
All living things that wood does hate,
And spiteful are the trees.”
And just so they’d not got it wrong,
Big Beorn, he just tagged along.
But hidden from them all, he was
And bear-like was his skin,
And only when they took a pause
Did Bilbo spy him in.
And so when dwarves said, “Keep ponies!”
Said Bilbo, “Shut up, you phonies!”
And Gandalf said unto them all,
“Big Beorn’s followed you,
And he’s within a pony’s call,
And in bear’s shape too!”
And then the dwarves did understand,
What power protected that land.
But Gandalf did still sit on high,
Upon his pony’s back,
And said he to them all, “Goodbye!
I ride back down the track.”
And then the dwarves, they were dismayed,
And vainly tried to persuade.
But Gandalf, he just wouldn’t budge,
And so it was made out;
That equal loads for all to judge,
Were carried by the stout.
(And younger dwarves and Bilbo too,
They carried lesser luggage through.)
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