Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
Tom gathers lilies fair to bring them to his lady;
Tom gathers hobbit-strays and guides them onwards safely.
In Tom's house your head will rest in peace upon its pillow,
Your dreams will be contented dreams, freed from brook and willow.
Tom's tales are tallest! Tom talks with badgers!
Tom holds the rain back! Tom is the Master!
Tom's hand can hold the Ring, he shines a blue eye through it –
Yet Tom must sing his own song – no-one else will do it.
Written for the LotR drabbles at HASA.