Eternal Boyhood

Through every field, copse, and wildflower, Ran a little boy every happy hour, Until, once, the troll king, ripe with power, Imprisoned him in his dreary tower... Never again, to see the light of day. How ever hard the poor wee boy may try, Or how many tears the angels might cry, He'll sit in his cell and one day will die, Before the mad, laughing troll's evil eye... Oops, what do I hear the troll king say? "How did the boy disappear and escape?", He cursed and cried with his foul mouth agape. I must tell you, he was bent out of shape. He dissolved in a puddle, that hairy ape... And the carefree boy will forever play!