In a boat above the dank
Sits a small young Déagol
From a hole under the bank
Leaps his dear cousin Sméagol
Skinny for some fish
Birthday boy Sméagol
Jumps in with a squish
And good friendly Déagol
Now casting with a splish
Waits hungry little Sméagol
But snagging no small swish
The river tugs at Déagol
Submerged in a flourish
He disappears from Sméagol
But grasping with a wish
A glitter catches Déagol
One Ring so perfectly round
Precious and shining gold
One small Ring now found
For him to have and to hold
But stinky now above the dank
Missing his birthday fish
Behind him comes upon the bank
One with a murderous wish
More precious than a little egg
He’d robbed out of the nest
Now to Sméagol all will beg
With this mighty gift possessed
Desire now overwhelming
He looks no other way
Poor Déagol overpowering
He strangles like his prey
Still voices overcoming
Déagol dead and he befraid
The Ring it be not slumbering
He hears it call his name
He gazes it with fingering
Replying as one to pray
And puts it on becoming
As one who slips away
But it bites at him and burns him
So he holds it night and day
Still though overbearing
It burdens and brings dismay
Now stealing under cover
Hiding out of sight
The precious and no other
Though it curse him day and night
The days they waste away
But his desire grows ever strong
With the Ring he must not stay
Into deep and dark belong
As a captive led away
Under mountain twisted there
Yet still his will it holds sway
To possess his own to bear
But corrupting fresh and light
He turns to flesh and filth
Feasts on goblins of the night
And gurgles up his spilth
Now feeling not the cold
His heart it burns him hot
The years they wear long old
Now young he indeed be not
Wretched in his stench
Through centuries and more
His eyes be though not quenched
Though his mind be yet long sore
Creeping and crawling the cave
With his own precious self
The Ring it keeps on gnawing
Though it be his treasured wealth
“Gollum, gollum”
He convulses with ghast
A hobbit-cross-goblin
He has become at last
Slyly he is stalking
Lamp eyes glowing pale
Hungry he goes hunting
Though the Eye it makes him quail
Shrewdly he is slinking
Always will be slipping
Grasping with his fingering
His strength it tightly gripping
Slimy little creature
Licking Gollum lips
Giving most the wringer
And some nasty nips
A dastardly slickster
Playing evil tricks
Wicked sneaky tinker
Doing tricksy flips
Lasting as a ghastly thing
Going naked and bear
Except for One Ruling Ring
As gold as it is rare
