Gollum's Loss

O precious, where have you gone?
My precious, will you be long?
Nasty Baggins stole you from us.
Stupid Baggins will make you rust.

The goblins will find you,
they will try to eat and grind you,
O precious! My precious!
O'er to the Dragon's lair, scorched the nasty hobbit's hair,
yes, precious, we were there. Waiting. Hiding.

O precious, where have you gone?
My precious, will you be long?
Nasty Baggins stole you from us.
Stupid Baggins will make you rust.

Followed more hobbits down to the deep,
down there, it did make poor Gollum weep.
Nasty fire, burning flame, made old man, lose his game.
Escaped from the deep, out to the sun, we will get the precious!
...Once the day is done.

O precious where have you gone?
My precious will you be long?
Nasty Baggins stole you from us.
Stupid Baggins will make you rust.

Near all the elves, climbed up a tree, and then Baggins stared down at me.
Ran away, elf at the base, just like Sauron, would give poor us a bloody face.
Baggins left the elves, but we had followed, floated on log, from a tree now hollowed.

O precious where have you gone?
My precious will you be long?
Nasty Baggins stole you from us.
Stupid Baggins will make you rust.