Sing me something.
		I do not know how to sing.
		But you must sing to me.
			What should I sing?
		Sing the beginning of the creatures!
			I will sing in praise of God the Creator:

			We hold these truths          in heart-runed words
			our Maker shaped,          that all men
			are created equal,          and so inscribed
			with nature's law;          their nostrils open
			to holy breath          the heaven-spirit;
			so here in middle-earth          let every mouth
			the sweet kiss taste          of human-kindness
			and sing in wonder          word-enworlding
			of life unlooked-for          without limit,
			of liberty the birth          and blessing
			of all children,          and the chase
			of happiness,          that never horse
			or hound would tire          but run until
			no end improves          on such desire.