[Nuzatch]

Twas a great dwarf by the name of Gloin,
He enjoyed going to, in his accent, "The Moin"
For platinums, silvers, Irons and Gold
Were what his favorite mines would hold.

There was a day he went for Platinum,
And trolls just kept coming at him,
And through fang and tooth and nail and claw,
He bravely fought and fell them all.

And after much battle and deliberation,
It was time for some celebration,
Twas time to reap his just reward,
A thousand pounds of Platinum ore
But as he reached into his pack he began to look sick,
For poor 'ol Gloin had forgot his pick.