When our hero, the young prince Aragorn
(You know, the son of King Arathorn?)
Couldn't choose between Eowyn
And the Elf-maid Arwen
He tied one to each side of his saddle-horn.
But Faromir, he objected, mightily
Said "I think you've tied them too tightily"
So he untied the shield-maiden
Since she seemed to be fadin'
And since then he's been kissin' her nightily.
There once was a Hobbit of Shire
Who went to throw The Ring in the fire
Gollum led the way
With plans to make Frodo pay
And in the end good defeated evil desire.