A Troll he groaned and sat and stared
At bones of goats he'd eaten there
And skulls of orcs, and goblins too
That he had baked into a stew
And strewn around within a pit
Some rats he'd roasted on a spit
So many creatures great and small
Whatever moved, he'd eat them all
Such feasts he'd fed on through the years
Yet now he felt a little queer
His belly wasn't rumbling right
He found he'd lost his appetite
If truth be told, that recently
He tired of what he had for tea
And hungered for some different meat
He yearned for something new to eat
And so, one night, when all alone
He left behind those stacks of bones
And with a sack within his hand
He trundled off across the land
On rocky paths, through gloomy woods
He searched for different kinds of foods
But nothing ever came his way
He felt his belly waste away...
Soon feeling weary on his feet
He really needed food for eat
Thus he was forced to hatch a plan
And one more time he'd hunt a man
Now standing near there was a farm
He saw that he could chance his arm
For soon enough the moon revealed
A man there standing in a field
The Troll went crashing through a wall
Whilst giving out a gurgling roar
He rumbled forth and swung his club
And gave the man a mighty thud
The man then fell upon the ground
Not uttering a single sound
The Troll, who saw the man lie dead
Just bent right down and grabbed his head
The head it was an orange hue
His fingers were all orange too
The Troll was puzzled at that sight
But still he took a hearty bite
Of course, the Troll was not to know
He'd bit into an old scarecrow
For all he knew it tasted fine
He yearned for more on which to dine
And all about upon the ground
Were orange heads that laid around
The Troll just quickly filled his sack
And put them all upon his back
He even saw some heads of green
And reached for them to snap them clean
He savoured all these new delights
He'd found his dream that very night
And from that day the Troll would eat
These pumpkins up instead of meat
He'd feast on sprouts and lettuce too
His favourite was veggie stew
He left his kin to flesh and bone
Whilst he would ramble, all alone
To look for food in farmers' fields
Enjoying every single meal
If you have pumpkins on a farm
And hear a noise, don't be alarmed
Or carrots in your garden too
And something comes to visit you
Just stay inside your bed that night
And go outside at dawn's first light
And if your garden's full of holes
You have been raided by that Troll!
