And X marks the spot
On the map of the wall
I wonder what's there
At the end of it all
This tattered old parchment
Its tales are to tell
So study the lines
And study them well!
It shows a great forest
There's drawings of trees
It's in the top corner
Beside a great sea
And grey shaded mountains
That run in a line
From top unto bottom
I count fifty nine!
There's sketches of monsters
For dragons be there
Their fiery red breath
Has scorched the land bare
And scribbles of spiders
Are dotted round here
The map's edge is blackened
I look on with fear
But then there's a river
That painted in blue
And pictures of flowers
Are painted there too
And fields and meadows
Are shaded in green
So rich is the detail
There's more to be seen
A line it is dotted
In daubs of soft white
In runs besides windmills
The map's coloured bright
It's twisting and turning
I follow the dots
It leads to the Shire
And X marks the spot!
