It was bright, and the slimy roots, Did grow and tangle in the water, All misty were the mangroves, And the gnome-rats outgrew.
The last line had me stumped.
'Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.'
Have fun with that one!