Three pies for the hobbits baked under the sun, Seven for the dwarves with their ale and their fun, Nine for the Men with their roasts and their bread, One for the wizard with his stew made of red In the land of the Shire, where the feasts are grand. One dish to rule them all, One dish to crown the best, One dish to win it all, and outshine the rest, In the land of the Shire, with feast in hand.