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 halflings 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 to his fall That's his story and I'm sorry If you can relate to him at all