Dwarfs Poem by Pierre Rausch

Again showed his usefulness
So you have got here at last
Are weaving to be wound
Resources exceeding

There was dust on his boot, dirt in his shoes
You have seen they've begun to arrive
So you have got here at last
There was dust on his shoes, dirt in his boots

A little beer would suit me no better
When dwarfs enters, holding

When both enter with blue hood
Silver and yellow - It was two dwarfs
There they laid their burden
But it was not - It was two dwarfs -
A short rest - thank you -
of course not

Dark and drear it looked
Brown and ocker, well it is the first time
that you'd weep
Had they deer feelings to begin
Of a pine-wood of the east-side
Of Maryland –
Get on with the dwarfs