In a shadowed world of darkness we lives.
Seeing no lightses of sun nor moon.
Nor do ever we wants to again,
we prefers to dwell amid the gloom.
For here in the caveses of cobwebs and night,
in the misty mountains deep
We have with us a preciousss thing,
a preciousss thing we'll always keep.
If ever something happend to it,
our very preciousss thing of gold,
we don't know what we would do,
we're never safe untill it we hold.
They called us murderer, and Gollum, and mean,
as well as that they called us thief.
We did them a favor when Deagol we killsess,
At least that is our belief.
They detested us for killing him,
and drove us out so far away.
So now in the shadowses we is dwelling,
never seeing the lights of day.
We eat the flesh of nasy orcses,
and tear the scales of fishes bones.
Poor us to live in such way,
Never angainses to see our home.