From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

You've been telling me you were Ringbearer 
Since you were 'leventyone,
That's when I got sick of it,
And chose another one,
You wouldn't even know the One Ring,
If you wore it on your hand,
The things you think are Precious,
I just don't understand.

Are you reeling in the years,
Feeling really fine,
Are you gathering up the power,
Have you had enough of mine...

Well, you followed me to Smaug's lair,
With a passel of Dwarves,
On the way, you found it,
But you didn't know what it was,
Well, your quiet hobbit retirement,
Didn't turn out like you planned.
What you think is entertainment,
I just don't understand.

Are you reeling in the years...

So you gave the ring to Frodo,
'Cause you just got to old.
All those long years waiting,
Keeping Middle Earth on hold.
You gave enough time to Saruman,
So he could make Uruk-hai.
You didn't destroy the Ring when you found it,
And I don't understand why.

-- Dulcinea Ludicross