The Battle
Hobbits charging down and down
Footsteps thudding on the ground
Forks and axes raised up high
Hobbits crossed the fields
Conflict getting ever near
Louder grew the hobbit cheer
Close the red of goblin eyes
Hobbits braced their shields
Loud and harsh the goblin roar
Spears are thrust, with bloodied swords
Air is filled with piercing sounds
Mocking voices call
Goblins on the left and right
More and more they join the fight
Pounding, stabbing all around
Many hobbits fall
Anguished cries then fill the air
Hobbits start to feel despair
Bravely they still try to fight
Battle wears them down
Then ahead Bullroarer cried
A wooden club was raised up high
Crashing like a thunder strike
Smashing all around
Golfimbul lay crushed and dead
Goblins cowered, screamed and fled
Hobbits charged once more as one
Chasing them away
Noble Hobbits shed their fear
Tears soon replaced by cheers
For the battle had been won
Hobbits saved the day!
