Troll Time

Beware, beware
they're hiding everywhere
some are pretty some are grand
some are green
and some eat sand 

when they come
you'll know it's them
the smell they leave with froffing flem

they'll beat you down 
and make you sad 
They'll always be forever glad

for this I know
I've known, some time...

these trolls
they don't know
how to rhyme.