There are many fines Inns of the Shire, which have been visited many times by many Hobbits, so I really can't believe I haven't even written one poem about them all. Time to put that right! The Inns of The Shire There is an Inn in Michel Delving With creaky floor and crooked shelving Although they serve the sweetest ale Which hobbits drink a lot The sign outside says Bird and Baby And hobbits like to go daily To listen to a merry tale Or get their hair a-cut But wander down to Hobbiton Where there may be some goings-on On Ivy Bush's wooden stage Where hobbits act a lot Or maybe singers singing songs Which hobbits dance to all night long Before the Shirriff starts to rage And chases them all off And then there is the Floating Log Where hobbits drink amongst the frogs And crickets click their wings in tune All hiding in the fog A quaint and cosy place to stay The place to go to hide away And hope the sun won't shine too soon It never breaks the fog But pity folk in old Woodhall They do not have an Inn at all The Golden Perch is found in Stock Where minstrels do all seem to flock To play upon the stand outside Whilst others skip and hop With water from the Brandywine They say it makes their beer fine So toast your friends all full of pride But don't you spill a drop! And if you're up for walking far Up north there is the Plough and Stars Sat nestling on a little hill It's such a lovely spot You see there shepherds, woodmen, miners Some say that there's no Inn that's finer And Bounders like to get their fill For drinking is their job! But wait, I do forget an Inn The one you are all standing in! The one with rugs that need a clean The one with Dragons painted Green Where folk from all around The Shire Come Friday night to hop Green Dragon Inn is full of cheer And Barmy serves such pleasant beer So celebrate beside the fire Don't let it ever stop!