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The Precious

based on the book, ‘The Lord of the Rings’ by J.R.R. Tolkien

Underneath the mountains grim,
Under cold rocks and in caverns dim,
There is a hidden lake and a creature,
Brooding in his relentless hate.
He mutters all day long,
“His Precious,” he said, “was gone!”
“It was stolen by nasty Bagginses,
And we hates him!”
“He came to us long ago,
Lost, lost, he said he was,
But he took it! He took our Precious,
Yes, and off he goes!”
And so he lives,
A vile creature, brought under the bonds of hate,
He feeds on fishes of the lake,
And hides away from all light.
He used to live in a home,
And he would over the fields softly roam,
They say he was of hobbit make,
But he lived near a great lake.
But one day his friend did find,
A ring and he called it “Mine!”
Yet Sméagol under the enchantment grew,
And said to Deagôl “I’ll throttle you!”
And so he did,
Then he ran away,
And hid from the light of day,
He found in the mountains a sultry cave,
And there he lives, day after day.