Fat, stupid, that’s what he is

Fat, stupid, that’s what he is

Always protecting his ‘master’

‘Master’ with our precious

Going to mount Doom? We are faster

We’ll protect you my dear

Do not fear

For you are ours

-Smèagol?- -Where are you?-

Come little hobbits, we must go now! Must make haste!

-Thank you Smèagol. Sam, victory is near!-

It’s our victory, not yours, that we will taste