Donald Swann is a fascinating character. A guy I know sings his arrangement of Treebeard's song from The Two Towers, which is perfect, as right for the words as music can possibly be for free-verse poetry.

I am in love with Michael Flanders, now that you mention it. (I fell hard, the moment that he said, "Bonfire Night is coming. You can always tell. Swann pushed me up the road and we got four shillings and sixpence." I find it oddly badass that he could make that kind of joke about himself.)