CHILDREN OF SMAUGThey know who they are Partial to jools and golden rings, A snarling, vile, ghastly thing Clutches his hoard and greedily clings To the only hope which treasure brings Blind to virtue, the miser sings A mocking paen to charity's kings Yet fool he's made by precious things For Rapture takes him under wing Alternate version: Partial to gems, jewels, and golden rings Malformed and snarling the unseemly things Clutch and grasp their hoard and cling To the only scraps of hope which treasure brings Blinded to virtue, lone misers sing In light, a mocking paen to charity's kings Yet fools they're made by gleaming, precious rings For Rapture has chosen to take their wings |