Three quarks for muster Mark, hinder the sky. Seven for the toff lords, eating hills of scone. "Nein" say the mutt'ring men, doomed to fly. One for the duck, Lord, in his dark tone, In the laps of marble, where discomforts lie. One quark for beauty's sake, one quark to rhyme them, One quark for riverrun, past Adam, Eve, and Feynman, In the laps of marble, where discomforts lie.
The Tolkien original