The Barrow-Downs Birthday Party Musical Guest Book

[Thenamir]

The humble contribution of Thenamir

Congratulations on five great years!

(To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie")

A long long time ago, In a darkened barrow-way,
A wight was sleeping, nightmare-like
Dreaming of his former chance to squish those men like little ants
Away up in the North near Deadman's Dike

The men of Westernesse did quiver
And many foes did he de-liver
But then he made a misstep
And fell without one more step

The wight awoke and then he cried,
Not sad, but lo, for joy inside,
He loves it in the afterlife,
The day B W died.

My, my this here Barrow-wight guy
He can party really hearty once he opens his eyes,
He slept too long, but this party still flies
Singin' "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"
"Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"

[Orominuialwen]

Take the Ring
(To the tune of Drive My Car, by the Beatles)
By myself and my brother, High King Fingolfin

I asked young Frodo what he wanted to be,
He said "Gandalf, can't you see?
I want adventures, like uncle Bilbo
Even though I don't know where to go."

Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or aid to Sauron it will bring.
Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or Sauron will get it.

I told Frodo that his prospects were good,
And he said "Gandalf, it's understood
Being a hobbit is all very fine
But will this show me a better time?"

Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or aid to Sauron it will bring.
Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or Sauron will get it.

Hobbits 'n' hobbits, yeah!

Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or aid to Sauron it will bring.
Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or Sauron will get it.

I told young Frodo he could start right away
And he said "Listen Gandalf, I got something to say
I wield no ring and it's breaking my heart
But I am a bearer and that's a start."

Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or aid to Sauron it will bring.
Frodo you must take the Ring,
Or Sauron will get it.

Hobbits 'n' hobbits, yeah!
Hobbits 'n' hobbits, yeah!

[Hookbill the Goomba]

Of the many poems I added to the proceedings, this was my favourite;

Now, once, although his time is long due
There was old man, dressed in blue
he never wandered far from his home
There were many, who would pick a bone,
With him while he still had time
So he'd sit and wait till the weather was fine.

He'd dance about while some made a toast,
to the business of the one who'd boast,
No one would catch the old man in his land
But there are no battlements that are manned

While the old dogs howl with sadness
We know that the willow grows in madness
No one has ever caught him, he's the master
Do you know him? No one is faster.
He'll never be seen down by a mill,
His name is Tom Bombadill!