The horrible thing about Smeagols
  Is Smeagols are horrible things.
Their eyes they are made out of lanterns (my Precious)
  Their hair it is made out of strings.
Thievesie, Sneaksie, Tricksy, Precious,
  Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!
But the most horrible thing about Smeagols
  Is their Precious for which they pine.
Well, that and the throttling, and the eating raw meat, and the treachery,
and….
— J.R.R. Milne, The Mount at Doom Corner
(Well, really, Ian Hamet and myself….)
Tricksy they are!!
What has it gots in its pocketses, precious? Not more of that horrid poetry?!
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Pray what is the matter with filet of trout?
When eaten at once it’s delish
Crappie and small mouth and big mouth bass
Nothing as good as raw fish
Eel is the slippery one I adore
It wriggles through many tight things,
Like crevices, cracks and key-holes of doors
But also through golden rings
Now if you had one, which if you put on
You could catch many fish without trouble,
You could eat up your fill from midnight to dawn
And then disappear like a bubble
Ring of most precious adorable power
Ring of my breakfast and lunch
Ring of the wraiths and Ring of the Tower
Ring of my favorite munch
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You know, Smeagol really needs to be sent to live with some Japanese elves. Give him three squares a day of sashimi and nori, and he’d be okay in no time. 🙂
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