Gáttaþefur

Ellefti var Gáttaþefur,
- aldrei fékk sá kvef,
og hafði þó svo hlálegt
og heljarstórt nef.

Hann ilm af laufabrauði
upp á heiðar fann,
og léttur, eins og reykur,
á lyktina rann.

Eleventh was Doorway Sniffer
- who never had a cold,
even though he had a funny
and enormous nose.

The scent of Leaf Bread
he smelled in the hills,
and lightly, like the smoke,
he followed that scent.