Treebeard: O rowan mine I saw you shine, Upon a summer's day, Upon your head, How golden red, The crown you bore aloft *Merry yawns* ... Such a beautiful verse
Merry: Is it much further?
Treebeard: Bur-arrum, don't be hasty. You might call it far perhaps. My home lies deep in the forest.. near the roots of the mountain. I told Gandalf I would keep you safe, and safe is where.. i'll keep you. I believe you'll enjoy this next one too. It's one of my own compositions. Right.....
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves, And the dreams of trees unfold, When woodland halls are green and cool, And the wind is in the West, Come back to me, Come back to me, And say my land is best.
*Treebeard turns to the Hobbits, expecting applause or something, and sees they're asleep!*
Uhh! Sleep little shirelings, sleep.. heed no nightly noise. I must go into the forest. There are many I must call, many who must come.