Dwarf in me kitchen
by Tamir Buchshtav

Oh pity me stomach,
Oh pity me now,
For breakfast is heavy within me.
There's a dwarf in me kitchen,
Preparing me meals,
As tasty as granite with garlic.

He came recommended by many a chef,
The deal seemed to be in me favor,
I hired the bugger without thinking twice,
And now me poor belly is aching.

Oh pity me stomach,
Oh pity me now,
For lunch brings new pain to me belly
There's a dwarf in me kitchen,
Preparing me meals,
Which smell like old mushrooms and sulfur.

He entered the kitchen and bolted the door,
He sends me me meals through a window,
I hired an ogre to chase him away,
But it just came out greener then ever.

Oh pity me stomach,
Oh pity me now,
For dinner is ready for serving.
There's a dwarf in me kitchen,
Preparing me meals,
With the texture of old boots in gravy.