Bilbo Meets the Dragon
I tiptoe through the long, long hall
Missing the sunshine's pleasant brightness
Unseen underneath the mountain tall
I don't know what's around the corner
Or beyond the jewel's stacked tall
I can just hope my voice and lure
Do not break my silent wall
The ring there on my finger lies
And I slink around the golden heap
There lying with half open eyes
Is the dragon, fast asleep
I catch my breath, what have I done
To creep so closely to its head
With my waking eyes I shun
The sparkling heap, the dragon's bed
I slip real close, the dragon wakes
Running back I stand unseen
My whole body seems to shake
And the dragon smells me, sniffing keen
"Come in, come in, and have my gold!"
The dragon says in a hungry voice
"Smaug the great I am not so bold."
I replied, although had I a choice?
"What are you, my invisible guest?"
The dragon asked, a voice so smooth
"I'm a barrel rider, the very best."
I said, and then away I moved
I ran and I ran, not overlooked
The dragon blew great breaths of fire
And even though my back was cooked
I returned alive unto the Shire