How I wish, to catch a fish - so juicy sweeeet!



Gollum's Song

The cold hard lands
they bites our hands
they gnaw our feet
The rocks and stones
are like old bones
all bare of meat
But stream and pool
is wet and cool
so nice for feet!
and now we wish....
alive without breath
as cold as death
never thirsting, ever drinking,
clad in mail, never clinking
drowns in dry land
thinks an island is a mountain
thinks a fountain is a puff of air
so sleek so fair!
what a joy to meet!
We only wish
to catch a fish so juicy sweet