by J. R. R. Tolkien There is an inn, a merry old innbeneath an old grey hill,And there they brew a beer so brownThat the Man in the Moon himself came downone night to drink his fill. The ostler has a tipsy catthat plays a five-stringed fiddle;And up and down he saws his bowNow squeakingContinue reading “The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon”
