Six Dwarven kings met to discuss,
what many thought was quite a fuss,
One through Six they played their tricks,
But when thrown upon the giants plate,
They all met a grisly fate,
Killed by the ones they thought they could trust,
All friendship had turned to rust,
What little rule did remain,
Died and withered all in vain....
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