The Pequiñ

The Pequiñ, a nomadic tribe
Of dim and distant origin
Are small, but tough and hard to bribe,
Because they're used to foraging.

They think they are immortal souls
Trapped in stardust temporarily
And sometimes talk in rigmaroles
And often burst out laughing merrily.

They've got no roots, they own no land,
Their only law is chivalry,
But they trudge on like a happy band
Waiting for the cavalry.