Come in my Pretty

Come in my pretty the troll said opening the door I liked the fellow instantly, and what is more I had been warned about strangers, but he reminded me Of my old grandma Edna who loved me unconditionally So I went inside and had some lemon tea with the troll His stories were exciting, fun, joyful, nothing sad or droll. I told him I would be back, but he disappeared that day. Even his troll house was squirrelled away. I always felt glad that I had met him though. His stories were thrilling and brought me some dough. I wrote them up and sold them into a sweet little book. I am so glad I found the troll who lived by the brook.