Errantry J.R.R. Tolkien There was a merry passenger, A messenger, an errander; He took a tiny porriger And orangers for provender; He took a little grasshopper And harnessed her to carry him; He chased a little butterfly That fluttered by, to marry him. He made wings of taffeta To laugh at her and catch er with; He made her shoes of beetle-skin With needles in to catch her with. They fell to bitter quarreling, And sorrowing he fled away; And long he studied sorcery In Ossory a many day. He made a shield and morion Of coral and of ivory; He made a spear of emerald and glimmered all in bravery; A sword he made of malachite And stalactite, and brandished it. He went and fought the dragon-fly Called Wag-on-high and vanquished it. He battled with the dumbledores, And bumbles all, and honeybees, And won the golden Honey-comb, And running home on sunny seas, In ship and leaves and gossamer With blossom for a canopy, He polished up and burnished up and furbished up his panoply. He tarried for a little while In little isles, and plundered them; And webs of all the attercops He shattered, cut, and sundered them. And coming home with Honey-comb And money-none remembered it, His message and his errand too! His derring-do had hindered it.
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 01:06:24 +0000
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