Three Petersons for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven Morta for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine Chinese pipes for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One cob for the Prairiedruid on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Pipe to rule them all, One Pipe to find them,
One Pipe to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of the Forum where the lurkers lie.
Seven Morta for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine Chinese pipes for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One cob for the Prairiedruid on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Pipe to rule them all, One Pipe to find them,
One Pipe to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of the Forum where the lurkers lie.
