The Money-Grubbing Dwarf

A popular Dwarven song. And by popular I mean it's the only song I've ever seen that has a Dwarven origin. By Namer.

There was a Dwarf, his name unknown;
His beard would morph, when the wind had blown.
He came across, one fateful eve;
A she-Dwarf skilled at basket-weave.

They wed that week, little did he know;
She was antique, and very old.
She was however well-endowed,
In more ways than one, so when she bowed,

More was seen, than was decent,
Let’s keep it clean, her wealth came recent.
Her father’d died the night before,
Been murdered by a petty whore.

To him she left all that she owned,
So when she’d die, her love’d not groan.
For he’d inherit all she had,
Her money’d rid him of the sad.