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!"
