Galumphing Back

Beware the orange troll, my little lads and lasses,

Lest his eyes fix on your assets, your labor or your asses!

The lips that lie, and hunger for all things

Especially the gold, and all it brings

Within range of his awful appetite

See how it sparkles, like a star at night!

Beware the orange troll, for he will lie and call it truth

Confusion is his home and native land

To find the truth requires a great sleuth

The troll has eaten most out of his hand

The rest no longer recognize their aim

And mistake all of life for a mere game

Beware the orange troll, who will loudly cry in pain

And remain deaf to you, your loss, or glad new gain

The latter he will covet, and begrudge you, angrily

For he weighs wealth and worth both equally

He has one god, his gut; his master, too

He'll take what he can, to have more than you

Beware the orange troll, for he will kill and steal and ravish

He eats the innocent with special relish

He got there first, the filthy, sad monster

He does not recognize the place, punter

His innocence obstructed his gullet

He's a hand who thinks he's an orange puppet

Trolls become bullies very early on

Getting is life to them, shiny things won

They only pretend to think otherwise

But they are ugly, not in some disguise

When your eyes tell you that you see the troll

Doubt them not; your escape had better roll!

But one thing can defeat the orange troll, my lads and lasses

'Tis not some vorpal blade, but what you learn in classes

That teach you how to recognize a troll

And then rob him of power and control

Beneath his bridge, with his gawdy trinkets

He can't be bested, don't even think it

Come daylight though, when every hiding place,

Is made visible by shame and disgrace

If we but trust our eyes, and know him well

We'll drive him from our midst, and back to hell

Where he will no longer be moved to hide

For all who dwell there are on his good side