The Last March of the Ents
by lordoftheringsfanficreader
There is no curse for the harm Saruman's done,
He's far from the truth if he thinks he's won.
The Ents won't go on without their revenge,
Though it may mean many a leaf will be singed.
In great long strides, together they depart,
To unleash the anger festering in their hearts.
No more will the Orcs chop and burn,
For tonight they've got a lesson to learn.
Stomping them here, squashing them there,
After all, it's only fair.
There is no punishment harsh enough,
For their horrible cruelty; shameless and rough.
Leaves and bark against metal and ore,
Hear the Orcs screeching, hear the Ents roar.
They will not rest 'til all is done,
Killing the Orcs, one by one.
Destroying the hatchery, getting rid of their gear,
Wrecking their equipment, and all Saruman held dear.
The wizard watches in terror and shock,
As Fangorn's "firewood" overthrows his rock.
The dam is broken, the river flows,
Water splashes, a great flood grows.
What a magnificent sight to be seen!
The land is washed clean, the land is washed clean.