They calls us evil.
They calls us bad.
They calls us trecherous, love
And this makes us so sad!

They speaks poison to us
And they spits in our faces.
But what did smeagol do?
We takes them to their places!

Still they call names.
But I thinks they don't know!
They follows us still.
Into the trap they must go!

Until they are dead.
Yes precious, dead.
You will see.
It shall be ours.