In the Troubled Mind of the Obsessed

It's made of fine gold,
My precious, my precious.
A wonder to behold,
My precious, my precious.
It's mine, it's mine!

Déagol found it for me,
My birthday present.
It's mine, you see?
Until it was stolen!
Those nasty hobbitsess will pay!

I found it in the caves
It was too beautiful to pass by.
Then that horrible little knave
Took me by surprise.
It's mine, it's mine!

Uncle Bilbo left it for me.
I was to keep it safe.
Why can't I keep it, let it be free?
Why drop it into a pit?

My precious, my precious.....

It's mine, it's mine!