[Untitled poem describing Uruks and comparing them to SF fans]

[page 6] THE NAZGÛL KING OF ANGMAR by John Boardman Oh, the Uruks sing of a Nazgûl king lived many years ago, He ruled as king with a magic Ring which he got from Arnor's foe. He covered his shape with a sable cape but that was all you'd see, 'Cause one of the things you get from Rings is invisibility. CHORUS: He was vicious and mean and real low down And he had no face beneath his crown, Sauron bless the Nazgûl King of Angmar! Now Arvedui of Norbury was the King of Arthedain; His hair he tore as he loudly swore that the Angmar men were swine. "They're of low birth from Middle Earth and their blood lines are a mess: "We need their space for the master race of the Hen of Westernesse!" (Chorus) When Angmar's king heard of this thing in his palace at Carn Dûm, He drew his sword with a naughty word and he called each serf and groom. The Angmar host marched on Fornost and vowed not to come back till Their King could see Arvedui flee from his trusty pterodactyl. (Chorus) From burned Fornost to the northern coast they chased poor Arvedui And he left his bones and his pair of Stones at the bottom of the sea. But at last the Elves came in themselves to scatter, slay, and burn, And the Witch-King said, just before he fled for his life, "I shall return!" He was vicious and mean and real low down And he had no face beneath his crown, Sauron bless the Nazgûl King of Angmar!