Many years ago, children would gather round me every Saturday morning, breakfast in hand, whilst I animated their day.

A game made for kings To test one’s whit You pull the strings But Sometimes it makes you throw a fit

In ancient halls of wisdom, his thoughts bridge east and west, a sage whose proverbs still teach the test of life.

I rescued hobbits twice and put on the Ring to no effect, but you would not know this if you did not read the books.

She charges forth with unwavering determination, Her strength fuels her stride as she trots across the globe She slices through her obstacles with practiced ease She reaches out and up to the sky, praying for wind And with her billowing skirts fluttering, the wind guides her onward Her deck is never hewn from stone, The salt collects and beads on her 'head, And we hope her bow never breaks on our travels