A poem celebrating Andy Brockhouse's Birthday! Andy Brockhouse Every hobbit needs a burrow A place to call their own Don't you plough a lonesome furrow Just get yourself a home! Don't you hurry, don't you worry I know the place to go There is Andy, he's very handy He'll help you buy your home Always very pleased to meet you He stands there every day When you pass him he will greet you And help you on you way He's there whatever, is the weather And never feeling blue For glad is Andy, he's smiling grandly He'll share a riddle too! Now, Hobbits often do spring cleaning To make their burrows smart How to keep it bright and gleaming? I know the place to start! Place things neatly, treat them sweetly But if you need advice Talk to Andy, so fine and dandy He's help you make it nice! Every Friday, at the Dragon We Hobbits drink their ale Barmy fills our beer flagons And hears a drunken wail! But Friends are waiting, anticipating You will bring them beer So, Ales for Andy, his legs go bandy And he'll be full of cheer! Every Hobbit in the Shire Needs a place to go Feel the warmth of cosy fires Whenever cold winds blow Night is falling, homes are calling But don't forget to say Three cheers for Andy, Andy, Andy! Hip, Hip, Hip Hooray!