From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

The history of Arda, we are told, is just a part of the music of Ilúvatar.  Some imagine this Music as being something in the nature of an opera, filled with tragedy and passion.  I picture it as being more in the nature of a musical comedy in several acts.  Naturally, major characters require their own musical introduction; here’s Gandalf’s, as sung by the Choirs of the Ainur.

-- R. Smallburrow

Well the baddest part of Eä

Is the part called Middle-Earth

And if you go down there

You better just beware

Of a Maia named Olórin.

Olórin more than trouble

You see he stand 'bout five foot four

All the Northerners call him Gandalf and the Southerners Incánus

The Elves call him Mithrandir.

And it's bad, bad Olórin

The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin

Badder than old Sauron

And meaner than any Balrog.

Now Gandalf like his pipeweed.

And he like his shabby clothes

But he never wave that ruby ring

In front of anybody's nose.

He say the Dwarves they call him Tharkûn

But he’s talkin’ through his pointy hat

Tharkûn it sounds like a name from Barsoom

And no one ever calls him that.

And it's bad, bad Olórin

The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin

Badder than old Sauron

And meaner than any Balrog.

This fifteenth of January

At the bridge of Khazad-dûm

Sat a Balrog, name him not

And oo that Maia looked fierce

Well Gandalf said “you cannot pass”

And the trouble soon began

That Balrog, he learned a lesson

Bout messin' with a servant of the Secret Fire.

And it's bad, bad Olórin

The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin

Badder than old Sauron

And meaner than any Balrog.

Well the Maiar took to fighting

They went at it for a week or two

They both fell down from Zirak-zigil’s crown

But only one got up again.

And it's bad, bad Olórin

The baddest Maia east of Ered Luin

Badder than old Sauron

And meaner than any Balrog.