All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien

Don't you just love poems?

Eli loves the sing-song rhythm. I could read rhymes and poems to him all day long.

"One of a grouches greatest joys is rackety, clattering, jangly noise. So listen up or take a hike. Here are noises grouches like."

I've read that one so many times I don't need the book. I can just recite it to you. :)