Oh, I'm being eaten
By a Balrog-constrictor,
A Balrog-constrictor,
A Balrog-constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a Balrog-constrictor,
And I don't like it-- one bit.
Well how 'bout that?
It's nibbling my staff.
Oh, Job,
It's up to my robe.
Oh, fnord,
It's up to my sword.
Oh, dang,
It's up to my Ring.
Holy cow,
It's up to my eyebrow.
Oh, drat,
It's up to my hmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff. . .