Half Halfling by Larry Heyl

My Mother, the midget Fell for a halfling bard Who sang her sweet love songs beneath the pine trees in his yard.

They married in April Which makes me a Winter's child Quite mild for a human As halfling, quite wild.

So yes I'm half halfling From bald head to hairy toes I hunt through the forest Where wild mushrooms grow.

Will I seek adventure Or farm in the shire? Sing for my lady love While I pluck the lyre.