No Crown for Balin
Balin Longbeard was his name
A Dwarf of great renown was he
This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame
'Twas never known for courtesy
While making wind in crowded rooms
His nose ran constantly
And all good folk found Balin lacked
A single trace of modesty
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
Never mind the Orcs he'd slain
All his victories were in vain
He'd even killed a Troll or two
But a Dwarven crown he ne'er could gain
For Balin was a nasty sort
The people all could smell him
This vile old gent would not relent
For none of them would tell him
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
If he would only take a bath
Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath
He filled the tub, they gathered round
They had to see the aftermath
So bad he smelt the soap did melt
The filth would not come off him
He turned the water black as mud
And so the Dwarves did scoff at him
But Balin was a rich old thing
As many famous bards are known to sing
Though Balin wanted to be king
The Dwarven folk would never hear of it
In fact they showed a fear of it
And sensible were they!
Sem Coroa para Balin
Balin Barba Longa era seu nome
Um anão de grande renome ele era
Esse anão rude e famoso
Nunca foi conhecido pela cortesia
Enquanto fazia vento em salas lotadas
Seu nariz escorria constantemente
E todo bom povo achava que Balin faltava
Um único traço de modéstia
Mas Balin era um velho rico
Como muitos bardos famosos costumam cantar
Embora Balin quisesse ser rei
O povo anão nunca aceitaria isso
Na verdade, mostraram medo disso
E sensatos eram eles!
Não se importava com os orcs que ele matara
Todas as suas vitórias foram em vão
Ele até matou um ou dois trolls
Mas uma coroa anã ele nunca conseguiria
Pois Balin era um tipo desagradável
O povo todo podia sentir seu cheiro
Esse velho vil não cedia
Pois nenhum deles diria a ele
Mas Balin era um velho rico
Como muitos bardos famosos costumam cantar
Embora Balin quisesse ser rei
O povo anão nunca aceitaria isso
Na verdade, mostraram medo disso
E sensatos eram eles!
Se ele apenas tomasse um banho
Então os anões poderiam acalmar sua ira
Ele encheu a banheira, eles se reuniram
Precisavam ver o resultado
Tão mal ele cheirava que o sabão derretia
A sujeira não saía dele
Ele deixou a água preta como lama
E assim os anões zombaram dele
Mas Balin era um velho rico
Como muitos bardos famosos costumam cantar
Embora Balin quisesse ser rei
O povo anão nunca aceitaria isso
Na verdade, mostraram medo disso
E sensatos eram eles!