Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse! I'm 'enery the eighth I yam, 'enery the eighth I yam I yam, I got married to the....*trails off*

Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil and what not and his merry band of outlaws were sleeping soundly at M"m's cave, when a dark form came to the firelight.
"Will you share your cave with me?" he said.
"No, I will not share this cave with you! You are an elf, you are immortal and would stay forever! You would try to clean my cave! You do not smell right! No, I will not share my cave with you, Beleg Strongbow!" said Tœrin.
"Ooh!" said Beleg. "I'm telling M"m!" And so Beleg dragged Tœrin Turambar, Mormegil and what not to the dwarf M"m.
"Why will you not share with Beleg?" said the dwarf. Tœrin frowned.
"He is a silly old elf
He would not share with me
I'd rather keep it for myself
Than to give it to he!" he sang. Now it was M"m's turn to frown.
"You'd better share with that elf dude
Or else I'll kick you out
You're getting to be very rude
This fist your head will clout!" he shouted waving the said fist.
"Ooh, you're ugly!" said Tœrin. And with that, he whacked the dwarf on the head with the hilts of Gurthang and threw him out. He turned to Beleg with an evil grin.
"Would you share your bow with me?" he said.
"No!" said the elf shrinking away. "You are a stinky, ugly mortal!" Thus was Beleg Strongbow banished from M"m's cave as well as Doriath, though with a lump on his head the size and shape of the hilts of Gurthang.
The...end I guess it would be called.