Grumpy – by Deuce

I heard a story
About how the dwarf grumpy
Sad and mad was once called dreamy
Cos of a fairy that taunted his dreams
Much like any fairytale, he chased this fairies tale
Love was born
It didn’t last, his heart was torn
Fell back to the mines
As though a sign
His pickaxe broke
A new one he got, the name it spoke
Was “grumpy”
No more dreams
You’re my dream, I will not be woke