Dworf Poem by Ima Ryma

I am called Dworf, a spirit guard,
A Dworowy in Slavic lore,
Guarding the stuff in the farmyard,
Which is a never ending chore.
My fav'rite animal's a dog,
And I've got one who helps me here.
He's my buddy, I call him Dwog.
The two of us like to drink beer.
I don't like animals hued white,
And for the birds I have no love.
So for sure I am filled with spite
When anytime I see a dove.

Very envious I do be,
Find better farmyard, there goes me.