They say we sneaks, they say we creeps - nasty, wicked lies. We is not sneaker, my love, we is seekerSomething lost, my love? Something hidden, my dear? Not to worry, not to worry, silly little Men with their silly little trinkets - we shall find them for you! Anything that is lost, we can find! Good Sméagol sneaks and seeks and smells it out ( Read more... )