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.