I remember that Steeleye Span's Misty, Moisty, Morning always used to put me in mind of Tom Bombadil:
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment,
And I began to grin,
sayin' "How'd ya do?
And how'd ya do?
And how'd ya do, again?
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