Middle Earth Mojo

I’ve got the magic of old Bombadil

I’ve got Frodo’s PTSD

I’ve got the wanderlust of Bilbo 

I’ve got the rage of tortured trees 

I’ve got a thirst 

Like Meriadoc and Peregrine

And the wisdom of old Farmer Maggot 

I’ve got elvish runes 

And hobbit tunes 

And this is my song to brag it 

But my brain is like old Butterbur

Down at the Prancing Pony 

And my soul feels like Mordor 

Thorny, ashen and stony 

But the Grey Havens are calling 

And I’d really like to go 

Is there room on that boat

Can my stony soul float 

Will the elves let my wild oats sew?