Blending in with the shadows
No leaves making noise under our feet
It doesn't see us or hear us, no precious!
We're stealthily, quietly, stalking this thing
Left the hobbits to their stew, we're alone
Except for the rabbit...
We gots it! Yes, precious!
We bites it! Yes!
Crunchy, yet juicy
Some places squishy, others quite hard
Warm and wriggling, but dying, gollum
Furry but yummy; we likes it!
We're happy now, yess
Face Master and stew
We can do it, we've feasted