From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

Another one that needs almost no revision, other than a change of pronounses:

My Way 
And now, the end is near; 
And so we face the final curtain. 
Our friend, We'll say it clear, 
We'll state our case, of which we're certain. 
  
We've lived a life that's full. 
We've traveled each and ev'ry highway; 
But more, much more than this, 
We did it our way. 
  
Regretses, We've had a few; 
But then again, too few to mention. 
We did what we had to do 
And saw it through without exemption. 
  
We planned each charted course; 
Each careful step along the byway, 
But more, much more than this, 
We did it our way. 
  
Yes, there were times, we're sure you knew 
When we bit off more than we could chew. 
(Fingerses!) 
But through it all, when there was doubt, 
We ate it up and spit it out. 
We faced it all and we stood tall; 
And did it our way. 
  
We've loved, (my precious!) We've laughed and cried. 
We've had our fill; our share of squeezing 
And now, as tears subside, 
We find it all so almost pleasing. 
  
To think we did all that; 
And may we say - not in a shy way, 
"No, oh no not us, 
We did it our way". 
  
For what's a hobbit, what has he got? 
If not himself, then he has naught. 
To say the things he truly feels; 
And not the words of one who kneels. 
The record shows we took the blows - 
And did it our way!