The Lord of the Rings by Rudyard Kipling
I went round to an elven inn, to buy a glass o' beer
The owner looked at me long-nosed, "We don't serve your
kind here"
The elf maids giggled fit to die, pointing out my height
But I swim in booze whenever there is Evil in the Night.
Yes it's Gimli this and Gimli that
And go away you brute
But its To the Front, our faithful friend
When the bows begin to shoot.....