Half Halfling
by Larry Heyl CC-BY

My Mother, the midget
Fell for a halfling bard
Who sang her sweet love songs
beneath the pine trees in his yard.

They married in April
Which makes me a Winter's child
Quite mild for a human
As halfling, quite wild.

So yes I'm half halfling
From bald head to hairy toes
I hunt through the forest
Where wild mushrooms grow.

Will I seek adventure
Or farm in the shire?
Sing for my lady love
While I pluck the lyre.

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