A troll that lived high on a ridge
was pestered by Mikey the Midge
to stop himself itching
and squirming and twitching
he sat in the mud ‘neath a bridge
Now Mikey the Midge with a heart
was sorry his friend did depart
he said he’d stop biting
and nipping and fighting
and made him a nice apple tart
Their friendship just blossomed and grew
and Mikey stuck close, just like glue
his pals gathered round
that troll in the ground
they hid 'neath the bridge, no-one knew!












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