Note: I was humming Away in a Manger one day as I was reading Fellowship of the Ring last year (again), and upon reading a line of the novel, a thought struck me, and this ensued.

Away With The Ranger

Away with the ranger, no fine feathered bed

Our poor little Frodo, he's nearly half dead

The Witch-king had stabbed him to take back the Ring

But poor little Frodo, he kept the darn thing

The danger is growing, our hobbit awakes

But poor little Frodo, a wheezing he makes

"Now hear me poor Frodo, come back to the light

And please come back quickly, you look quite a fright!"