To the tune of Misty Mountains Cold — the two verses sung in The Hobbit — on the subject of commuting.

Far over the streets at a fearsome rate,
To get to work by half-past eight.
I missed the train;
No bus remains;
I had to drive… or I’ll be late.

The horns are ringing in my ears
My iPod singing, drowning the clash of gears,
That light is red
Turn right instead
No sense of joy when work appears.