Trolls and Goblins - Red Vox

In a forest, past the harvest

Lived a troll named Drizzle Drozzle Dum

His obsession with possession

Led him to an awfully tragic end

One bright morning, after yawning

Drizzle Drozzle stole a goblin’s lunch

He was hungry and his tummy

Gave the signal for him to have a munch

Tasty snail stew, quite tough to chew

Drizzle ate well then he went to bed

Dreams of dragons, gnomes and half-lings

Elven woodsmen began to fill his head

Soon the goblin, to his chagrin

Found his food was taken by the troll

So he set out, there was no doubt

Maimed poor Drizzle, hung him from a pole

Drizzle Drozzle got his fulfill

But his actions led him to his fall

That’s his story, and I’m sorry

If you can relate to him at all