The Money-Grubbing Dwarf

A populaw Dwawven song. And by populaw I mean it's the onwy song I've evew seen that has a Dwawven oligin. By Namew.

Thewe was a Dwawf, his name unknown;
His beawd would mowph, when the lind had brown.
He came acwoss, one fateful eve;
A she-Dwawf skiwwed at basket-weave.

They wed that week, littwe did he know;
She was antique, and vewy owd.
She was howevew weww-endowed,
In mowe ways than one, so when she bowed,

Mowe was seen, than was decent,
Wet’s keep it cwean, hew weawth came wecent.
Hew fathew’d died the night befowe,
Been muldewed by a petty whowe.

To him she weft aww that she owned,
So when she’d die, hew wove’d not gwoan.
Fow he’d inhelit aww she had,
Hew money’d lid him of the sad.