Little man

Little man just big enough to climb onto the barstool.
Telling tales like some hobbit to the local fools.
As the night draws on so does the beer.
His size won´t help him in a barfight but he doesn´t care.
So there always comes the comment from some publican not refined.
The little man loses his cool, screaming "leave him, this one´s mine!"
When the fightings over and the littleman threw all his punches.
He stands on stubby legs bragging with his fists in bunches.
The locals pretend it´s all for real, for what would their drinking hole be like without the little man.