Three Rings for the Black Guardians under the sky,
Seven for the Seer Council in their wall of bone,
Nine for Mon-keigh doomed to die,
One for the Wraithlord on his wraith-throne
In the Land of Ulthwe where the Beards lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One ring to bring them al and in the cheese bind them
In the Land of Ulthwe where the Beards lie.
copyright MartianNature, 2002