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
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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