The officer fellow named Gabriel Syme
Thought perhaps that he’d started to run out of time
It turns out that maybe by some stroke of luck
There never were anarchists running amok
The son of a preacher man, he was named Jerry
No shame he possesses though he should now carry
Despite his adventures, he tends to pooh pooh
The blame he is given and instead sue LU
Now many were taller than young Master Frodo
Yet he could still creep the old lava flow
Contesting with what once was know as a Smeagol
Though some have now asked: why not just use an eagle?
Professor from Texas, her name ends in Hanssen
She ended her speech with some singin and dancin’
Don’t ask how her masters work ere once was spent
Til one day she abandoned old England’s invent
That Richard Fenger
Had not taught singers
Would not stop
His children’s pop
That old Bancroft
Is seen aloft
At every hour
Is his tower