What, you couldn't tell by "made" I really meant "made one, helped make sixteen, and didn't even get within a metric Bree-land spittin' league of three?
Anyway, let's not get mired down in technicalities, we're drawing the big connections in this thread. Ponder the ring poem for a moment...
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:
Not that we're counting, but that makes 20 for his dark fingers n' toes-en,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie,
And Twenty is a Score!
One Ring to rule them all, most likely from the right thumb,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
To each of their respective nineteen piglets, but don't let's nitpick.
And here's a bonus Rhyme for the poem Guys,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.