Ode to the Bullroarer
Bullroarer Took could a horse sit astride
And when on the Greenfields he Golfimbul spied,
With his yew club so stout, the Took gave such a clout,
That he Golfimbul's head from his trunk did divide.
The army of goblins watched with slackened jaw
As the head o'er them flew in a shower of gore
The hobbits all shouted: 'Golfimbul's knockouted!
The Bullroarer's evened the score!'
For a whole hundred yards did Golfimbul's head fly;
And the Bullroarer raised a victorious cry!
The Took was contented, for Golf he'd invented,
when the head down a burrow the 'Roarer did spy!
