Brandybuck, Took, and Baggins.
{apologies in advance to Emerson, Lake, and Palmer and their rendition of "Jerusalem"}
And those hairy feet in ancient time,
Walk upon Eriador's mountains?
And was the evil ring of power
On Mordor's dark land seen?
And did the countenance divine,
Shine forth upon our Barrowdowns?
And was Hobbiton builded here
Among these little towns?
Bring me my rake of burning gold!
Bring me my seed packets of desire!
Bring me my shovel: o soil unfold!
Bring me my botanical passion of fire!
I will not cease from drinking ale;
Nor shall the food sleep in my hand
Til we have built Hobbiton
Away from Mordor's dark land.
I'm very much aware that it doesn't make a helluva lot of sense, but ... whatever. Except that bit about food not sleeping in somebody's hand. That doesn't really have an excuse.