A short poem to celebrate everything that is great about the Green Dragon Inn! Ode to the Green Dragon Now every Friday, every week Green Dragon Inn is what we seek In Bywater, it proudly stands And folk they come, across the land And what is it that draws us in To Barmy's little humble Inn? Why do we walk in through that door Across the creaking wooden floor? The ale perhaps? It taste's quite nice And sold at quite a reasonable price The food is quite enticing too Though sadly pies are much too few... It's not the rug that's on the floor Which barely is a rug no more And surely it's not all the chairs Though we'd complain if they weren't there Is it the fire that burns so bright At which we stare with child's delight? And my, it is a warming fire! It warms the bones, this wintery Shire Maybe its the tales all told That bring us in from out the cold Or is it all the lovely tunes Whose melodies can fill the room But wait, I really have to say It's not the music that is played And even with the story chair You can't tell tales with no-one there You need a singer for a song And then some folk to dance along What makes this Inn the place to be Is all the lovely company! I'm sure you all agree it's true What makes this place is you! And you! We hobbit folk should feel so proud Just remember, no bagpipes allowed!