The Party Tree is in blossom
The grass is fresh, under the star full sky
Night hath fallen upon the Shire
Tents do stand alighted by lamps
Food is piled upon the tables
Smoke curls up from the supper
And Hobbits eat their fill
Hobbits dance, and weave around
Their faces beam with light of laughter
The music plays, and fills the air
The moon is glowing as it gleams down
The fireworks sprout out from the darkness
Their sparkling colors brighten the night
They spread out into spears and trees