Creaking so lightly the round wooden doors,
came the smell of butter and cheese, joyful honey.
The barley crops from the northfarthering,
brew so many of the much praised.
Through the window of the west,
Of the spacious Bag End.
Sunshine poured down from the hill to op above,
to the ever so peaceful grassy slope,
and meadows byond.
Natural story-tellers and lovers, hobbits are,
cluster te'gether in a joyful round.
Laughters can be heared here and there,
willingly your neighbour migh pick-nose upon.
Thanking for the present yet many so useless,
halflings are so much of fervent,
and good natured being.
Thee no doubt the best land in Middle Earth,
The Shire is a gift to you all.
