Forged in gold with evil so bold,
Created was the ring.
To rule them all so good would fall,
And darkness may it bring.
Bit from flesh, brought evil less,
Until it was found by Smeagol.
Corrupted him, from limb to limb,
Gollum, his name was unspeakable.
Then Bilbo came with Sting and fame,
And took it for his own.
He didn't know the evil, though
He took from way on down.
He became controlled, worse off than trolls,
By the evil Ring.
But of his strength, and willpower's length,
Many a bard will sing.
To his cousin it was given, more dead than livin',
Frodo, the true great one.
Frodo was kind, as we may find,
But he could not stand it none.
He took it to Elrond, of whom Sam was fond,
and took apon a quest.
At the end of that Smeagol sat
"Precious, give it to me!"
But Frodo was strong, he endured very long,
"I will not give it to thee!"
At Mount Doom, in the Cracks of Doom,
The ring met its end.
And this is the tale, that of hill and vale,
Goodness triumphed again.
Created was the ring.
To rule them all so good would fall,
And darkness may it bring.
Bit from flesh, brought evil less,
Until it was found by Smeagol.
Corrupted him, from limb to limb,
Gollum, his name was unspeakable.
Then Bilbo came with Sting and fame,
And took it for his own.
He didn't know the evil, though
He took from way on down.
He became controlled, worse off than trolls,
By the evil Ring.
But of his strength, and willpower's length,
Many a bard will sing.
To his cousin it was given, more dead than livin',
Frodo, the true great one.
Frodo was kind, as we may find,
But he could not stand it none.
He took it to Elrond, of whom Sam was fond,
and took apon a quest.
At the end of that Smeagol sat
"Precious, give it to me!"
But Frodo was strong, he endured very long,
"I will not give it to thee!"
At Mount Doom, in the Cracks of Doom,
The ring met its end.
And this is the tale, that of hill and vale,
Goodness triumphed again.