A little ring forged of gold
once went to the Sauron.
But Sauron once lost him
in Mordor, in front of the dark gate.
Isildur took him
that was THE hit.
But the king bit the grass
Scythe, that's it!
The ring rolls over mountain and valley,
has no choice
wanted to go back to the dark lord,
in return he accepted murder.
But bad luck haunted him
a little hobbit found him.
Furry, small and cuddly,
suddenly he became very fuzzy!
But they wanted to destroy him
it should belong in Mount Doom.
Oh dear, dear bad luck!
Frodo did it ... rightly!

"Oh dear" Oh dear! "complained the dark lord.
"My wedding ring is gone!
I am in great need
if my wife finds out I'm dead!
Come my black riders
ride on, on and on!
Find my ring
that damn thing!
Bring it back to me
otherwise I will become an animal!
If my wife sees it
so you can lead me to my last escort! "
"Oh your wickedness!We are immune to that! "
Said the Nazgul and continued:
"The ring is in a distant place!
We ride fast to get him
Isildur stole it once!
Bloody Rahce we swore
because you are chosen! "
"Yeah, well, now!
Ride on and have courage!
You can already find this rag pack!
I'll ask Saruman the old sack
gossip enough with Gandalf ...
then it occurs to me ... he looks like Alf ... "
"Lord, what do you mean?"
"Have you never seen TV ?!
Oh whatever! Get out of here, leave me alone!
I've had enough of the fuss!
I treat myself to something nice now,
because the bubble bath is mine! "