Doris, the Magic Troll

The tales they told of Doris In the hills of Tazeltoff Are remembered by the others Who would jeer and tease and scoff It seemed that little Doris Was a timid little thing When trolls of young and old Would always laugh and run and sing She hid behind the bushes When other trolls would call But then, one day they tricked her And they tossed to her, their ball And as she ran into the glen How they were all amazed For where she trod, now mushrooms grew! Instantly! They praised They saw that she had magic feet Though all she knew was shame She felt that being different For her shyness, was to blame Realizing she was special As the trolls loved mushroom stew! Doris learned there was a place for all A place for me and you Celebrating Diversity Doris, the Magic Troll