In the heart of the Old Forest deep,

Where the trees whisper secrets, and the wild things creep,

We stumbled upon a clearing bright,

Where Tom Bombadil's laughter shone like a guiding light.

In the house of Tom, where the wild things play,

We found a refuge from the darkness of the day,

With his merry songs and his dancing feet,

We forgot our fears, and our hearts skipped a beat.

His yellow boots and his hat so bright,

Danced with the flowers, in the morning light,

His voice like a brook, that babbles and sings,

As he welcomed us, with a warm and kindly ring.

In the house of Tom, where the wild things play,

We found a refuge from the darkness of the day,

With his merry songs and his dancing feet,

We forgot our fears, and our hearts skipped a beat.

In his kitchen, where the fire crackles and pops,

We feasted on bread, and honey, and sweet drops,

Of his own making, with a twinkle in his eye,

As he told tales of old, and the secrets of the sky.

The Barrow-wights, with their dark and wicked might,

Could not touch us, in Tom's warm and golden light,

For in his house, where love and laughter reign,

We found a sanctuary, from the shadows and the pain.

In the house of Tom, where the wild things play,

We found a refuge from the darkness of the day,

With his merry songs and his dancing feet,

We forgot our fears, and our hearts skipped a beat.

Now we depart, with memories so bright,

Of Tom's warm welcome, and his enchanted night,

In the heart of the Old Forest, we'll always roam,

With the spirit of Tom Bombadil, guiding us back home.