Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started out from Rivendell,
and was named a Fellowship.
The Ring was wanting Saruman
to wraithe our Frodo pure.
So nine brave souls set forth that day,
for the forge of Mor-a-dor, the forge of Mor-a-dor...
The Balrog started getting rough,
the dwarf would not be tossed.
If not for the courage of Grey Gandalf,
the mission would be lost; they all would have been lost.
The rest of them continued on across each scenic mile
with Aragorn, and Archer Elf,
and Boromir, and the Dwarf,
with true-blue Sam, the hobbit twits and Frodo's angst,
all in Tolkien's grand style!