Gimli isn’t a grim dwarf
Not like any other
For Gimli likes to play and chat
With his elven brother

Not for him the darkened caves
The search for mithril bright
On Rohan horse with Legolas
He rides into the night

Now most would shun this odd dwarf
Thinking he is queer
Leaving behind his halls of stone
To hold an elf so dear

But Gimli knows what he’s about
With arms around his friend
Not digging in grubby holes
He’s found a better end

For Legolas and Gimli too
Are off to Elvenhome
To while away the hours
As through Paradise they roam