Dwarves of Brite
The dwarves of Brite made
powerful spells
As hammers fell like ringing bells
Yet no one
knew, of places deep
Just where the dwarves would eat and sleep
On shining silver strings they
strung
The twinkling stars, on crowns they hung
The sun alone, in all its might
For that alone can make things right
With each new day, the sun rises high
The moon shines bright, stars twinkle in the sky
The trees give shade, while fire gives light
And you know you can count on the dwarves of Brite