From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

Well, I'm crossing through the ruin on my way to Orodruin
I've got seven Bearers on my mind:
Four that wanna wield me, only two could yield me,
One says I’m his Precious find.
Come on Sauron, don’t be a moron,
How hard can it be for you to find me?
Look around while you still can, even you should understand,
You can just reach out your hand and grab me -- easy.

[Flashback]
Isildur got shot through the liver so I’m lying in the river
And such a fine sight to see:
It's a Stoor, my Lord, at the Gladden ford
Divin’ down to take a look at me.
Come on, Gollum, what’s your problem?
I already know that this poor dweeb will never wield me.
We may lose and we may win, but you will never be sane again.
So let’s head for the Misty Mountains and hide out there.

Well, I'm crossing through the ruin on my way to Orodruin
I've got seven Bearers on my mind:
Most of them are hobbits, but these little moppets
Are tough nuts to crack, I find.
Come on Frodo, don’t be a dodo,
I gotta know if you’re the one who’s going to wield me.

(Woe, woe woe)