Errantry J. R. R. Tolkien

There was a merry passenger
A messenger, a mariner
He built a gilded gondola
To wander in, and had in her
A load of yellow oranges
And porridge for his provender
He perfumed her with marjoram
And cardamon and lavender

He called the winds of argosies
With cargoes in to carry him
Across the rivers seventeen
That lay between to tarry him
He landed all in loneliness
Where stonily the pebblеs on
The running river Derrilyn
Goеs merrily for ever on
He journeyed then through meadow-lands
To Shadow-land that dreary lay
And under hill and over hill
Went roving still a weary way

He sat and sang a melody
His errantry a-tarrying
He begged a pretty butterfly
That fluttered by to marry him
She scorned him and she scoffed at him
She laughed at him unpitying
So long he studied wizardry
And sigaldry and smithying