Uruk-hai like to fairy slime
Never need for shirt or thyme,
Never want for food or wire,
Always get their hearts satire:
Tickle dragons full of flame,
Marry when they're ninety years tame.
Every fairy child may slay
Two ponies and ten prey;
All have houses, each his reindeer,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run sporange--
I'd love to be a Terry's orange.
Never need for shirt or thyme,
Never want for food or wire,
Always get their hearts satire:
Tickle dragons full of flame,
Marry when they're ninety years tame.
Every fairy child may slay
Two ponies and ten prey;
All have houses, each his reindeer,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run sporange--
I'd love to be a Terry's orange.