From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

Fool of a Took

Day after day, on the back of an orc,
The fool of a Took keeps his mind on his work.
The orcs don't pay much attention,
They can see that he's just a fool.
And he never gives an answer ...

But the fool of a Took
Sees Strider in his head
Though his reason insists
"They are prob'ly all dead."

At the edge of the woods, his head on the ground,
And the voice of a thousand orcs, talking perfectly
loud.
At first nobody hears him,
As he tries to explain his plan.
But an orc comes along and kicks him.

And the fool of a Took,
Pretends he's got the Ring
And Grishnakh pulls a knife and says
"Little one, sing!"

Then a deus ex machina 
Shoots Grishnakh in the back
And the fool of a Took 
And his cousin make tracks.

Gandalf doesn't seem to like him,
No one knows why he came along
He always acts on impulse
And he never changes much.

But the fool of a Took
Pulls Faramir from the fire
And the fool of a Took
Drives the Men from the Shire.