From the Floating Log at Frogmorton
The
history of Arda, we are told, is just a part of the music of Ilúvatar.
Some imagine this Music as being something in the nature of an opera,
filled with tragedy and passion. I
picture it as being more in the nature of a musical comedy in several acts.
Naturally, major characters require their own musical introduction;
here’s Gandalf’s, as sung by the Choirs of the Ainur.
--
R. Smallburrow
Well the baddest part of Eä
Is the part called Middle-Earth
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a Maia named Olórin.
Olórin more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout five foot four
All the Northerners call him Gandalf and the Southerners Incánus
The Elves call him Mithrandir.
And it's bad, bad Olórin
The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin
Badder than old Sauron
And meaner than any Balrog.
Now Gandalf like his pipeweed.
And he like his shabby clothes
But he never wave that ruby ring
In front of anybody's nose.
He say the Dwarves they call him Tharkûn
But he’s talkin’ through his pointy hat
Tharkûn it sounds like a name from Barsoom
And no one ever calls him that.
And it's bad, bad Olórin
The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin
Badder than old Sauron
And meaner than any Balrog.
This fifteenth of January
At the bridge of Khazad-dûm
Sat a Balrog, name him not
And ooh that Maia looked fierce
Well Gandalf said “you cannot pass”
And the trouble soon began
That Balrog, he learned a lesson
Bout messin' with a servant of the Secret Fire.
And it's bad, bad Olórin
The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin
Badder than old Sauron
And meaner than any Balrog.
Well the Maiar took to fighting
They went at it for a week or two
They both fell down from Zirak-zigil’s crown
But only one got up again.
And it's bad, bad Olórin
The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin
Badder than old Sauron
And meaner than any Balrog.