For dawn shall take you all, and be stone to you

And the keyhole shall be opened

On a perfectly round door

As fair and fresh as could be dreamed

But they have begun to arrive

A company of twenty was approaching

It was a terrible shock

Although there was no thought of a fight

The battle began

And destroyed most of the warriors

Some of the dwarves had knives,

And some had sticks,

And all of them could get at stones,

And Bilbo had his elvish dagger

But I wouldn't bring along anything that was useless,

For now is time for him to earn his reward

So don't leave your path.

He darted backwards and forwards,

Slashing at spider threads,

Hacking at their legs,

And stabbing at their fat bodies if they came too near

After that there were no dwarves left alive inside

And they took all their wealth for themselves.