Precious (To the tune of Cuppycake [hint: think Strawberry Shortcake] . . .)
By: Ring Wraith #9, Beriadanwen, and Mark
You're my little Hobbit, my precious, my little elven princess, my moth up in the sky!(flutter! flutter!)
All the wraiths, they adore you, 'cause they are coming after you,
You're the apple of Sauron's eye! (I see you!)
You're my undead army man, my stompy stampy oliphaunt
You smell like an orc!
You're my cave troll pushing my tower to the castle,'
You are Denethor's least favorite fork!
You are Merry's many mushrooms,
Pippin's pint of root beer,
Gandalf's pointy stick!
Aragorn desires you, and Arwen, she despises you,
And Gollum's looking sick!
You're my flippy flappy Eagle Lord,
My prancing pony Shadowfax,
You're fireworks in the sky!
You're like my White Tower,
You're kinda like the Black Gates, but not quite as high!
When the Uruk Hai come out,
It is for you they shout!
All the bad guys, for you they'd die!
All the orcs, they adore you,
The dwarves, they just ignore you,
And Souron's about to cry!
By: Ring Wraith #9, Beriadanwen, and Mark
You're my little Hobbit, my precious, my little elven princess, my moth up in the sky!(flutter! flutter!)
All the wraiths, they adore you, 'cause they are coming after you,
You're the apple of Sauron's eye! (I see you!)
You're my undead army man, my stompy stampy oliphaunt
You smell like an orc!
You're my cave troll pushing my tower to the castle,'
You are Denethor's least favorite fork!
You are Merry's many mushrooms,
Pippin's pint of root beer,
Gandalf's pointy stick!
Aragorn desires you, and Arwen, she despises you,
And Gollum's looking sick!
You're my flippy flappy Eagle Lord,
My prancing pony Shadowfax,
You're fireworks in the sky!
You're like my White Tower,
You're kinda like the Black Gates, but not quite as high!
When the Uruk Hai come out,
It is for you they shout!
All the bad guys, for you they'd die!
All the orcs, they adore you,
The dwarves, they just ignore you,
And Souron's about to cry!