Bilbo Baggins

Belongs to an ideal folk of peace,

His hole of home gives him ease;

Six to Seven times he eats a day,

Skipping a single-time makes his temper to fray.

On his way a wizard brings an offer,

To be a burglar to buffer,

Thirteen dwarves seeking for their home,

They bumbled in to his hole in the gloam;

Baggins in him loves cosy and comfort;

Took in him loves to be crazy and valiant.

Baggins is overridden by Took

And so he got the ring of magic in fluke;

On his adventurous journey,

Dwarves and he had many barney;

The wizard never doubts his strong will,

And so he alone cares for the hobbit in peril;

He realizes his own might in a spider fight,

Then on he is never fright,

By the magical powers of Elven-king,

Or by the fire-breathing dragon with bling;

He cares for his friends but more for the peace,

He dares to steal the Arkenstone with ease,

To alleviate the reasonless greed of Dwarf-king,

And to stop the war among mighty kins.

His humble hobbit heart desires nothing,

From the measureless treasure of golden sling;

All he loves is his leisurely life of jive,

At his warm little hobbit hive!