Rockin' around the mallorn tree
in the cities of the Elves
(soon to fade with the waning-of-the-Elven-rings
but do not grieve yourselves)

Rockin' around the mallorn tree
and the Fellowship's here too
Later we'll have some lembas bread
and predict our certain doom (thanks, Galadriel)

You will get an irritated feeling when you hear
voices singing, "La la lally!
Come stay in Imladris Valley!"

Rockin' around the mallorn tree
in the last days of our age
Every Elf dancing merrily
and barely-concealing-feelings-of-intense-regret-and-RAAAAAGE