Good King Aragorn looked out at the Gates of Mordor,
Where the foe stood round about, all in battle order.
"Right!" he said, "Now let us fight! To avenge poor Frodo!
If the Mouth of Sauron's right, he's dead as a dodo!"
Legolas, he bent his bow, Pip and Merry leading,
They all charged upon the foe! Gimli left some bleeding!
Smoke and flame came belching out, from the distant mountain,
"Look, the Eagles!" Hobbits shout "Now the foe is routing!”
“Bring me Frodo bring me Sam, bring those hobbits hither,"
Gandalf bade the Eagles scram, told them not to dither.
Gandalf and the Eagles went, forth they went together,
Through the air with tumult rent, going hell for leather!
Sam and Frodo then were brought, to the House of Healing.
"Faramir", Young Eowyn thought, "He is quite appealing!"
Aragorn was crowned as King, of Arnor and Gondor,
Arwen wears his wedding ring, he no more shall wander.