The Battle of Greenfields
I'll tell you a tale from times long ago
It must have been two hundred years or so
Hobbits lived happily, tilling their ground
And Michel Delving was not such a big town!
With birds singing softly in the tall trees
Grass in the fields swaying in a cool breeze
Nothing could disturb the peace of the Shire
Until the day Bounders caught sight of a fire
Far to the North, the woods were alight
Trees and bushes in flames burning bright
Goblins were gathering in the Greenfields
Waving their spears and shaking their shields
The wise Elder hobbits all knew for sure
There was no other option but now go to war
Hobbits were mustered from all round the land
With forks and axes and spears in their hands
At the front of them all was Bandobras Took
Known as Bullroarer, how mighty he looked
In fine leather armour, and riding a horse
He and the hobbits set off on their course
On the Greenfields, they met with their foe
The Hobbits looked nervous and wanted to go
But Bullroarer Took gave a fine rousing speech
With a rallying cry, led them into the breach!
And so began the harsh clatter of battle
Where swords did shatter, shields did rattle
The goblins were fierce, but hobbits fought well
Yet it seemed the goblin's numbers did swell
And Golfimbul the goblin led the attack
A frightening figure; his armour all black
With spikes on his helmet, and fearsome mace
A snearing smile spread across his foul face
Golfimblul proved to be the worse of them all
Around him, alas, so many hobbits did fall
Throwing his spear, hobbits had to take cover
But Bullroarer fought on, inspiring the others
Golfimbul and Bullroarer came face to face
The goblin came charging, swinging his mace
But the Took charged too, on his brave steed
He galloped at Golfimbul at such a great speed
With a bellowing roar, Bullroarer took aim
Swinging his club at Golfimbul's great frame
The club connected with the goblin's big head
It knocked it clean off, Golfimbul was dead!
Goblins looked on in shock and in fear
As down a badger hole the head disappeared
They started to panic and run wildly around
Dropping their weapons all over the ground
The hobbits gave chase, out of the Greenfields
Snapping their spears, smashing their shields
They chased them all the way out the bounds
Not stopping until no more could be found
The hobbits had fought and won for what's right
The Shire was safe, and the future looked bright
Bullroarer was lauded and widely admired
And his name became legend throughout the Shire
But, dear hobbits, don't forget those who fell
All of them heroes, so remember them well!
They fought for your freedom; a mighty endevour
Hooray for the heroes, may their names live forever!
