I sing of Clip, a Holbytla whose fame
Deserves to widen till all know his name.
I sing of courage, of pluck and of cheer;
I sing of high spirits and a taste for fine beer.

Now Clip loved his friends, and Clip loved to talk,
So Clip one fine morning set out for a walk.
He loved his friends, and he wanted more,
So he stopped to chat at each tavern door.

And this hobbit was bold, as bold as could be,
So he ventured to travel as far as Bree.
In Bree he heard exciting songs
Of dwarves, of elves, of evil trolls strong.

And he heard of dwarves who loved to smoke
His beloved pipeweed, yet lacked for a toke.
And hearing this news, he lost all fear
And swore to sell pipeweed, both far and near!